from the other side of the parking lot,
i already see your shadow leaning against the lamppost.
with broad shoulders and heads tilted back and burning cigarettes.
your lungs breathe in decay,
yet i’ve never met anyone half as alive.
you glow from miles away
from the pure fire pouring through your veins.
maybe its the part of me that feels so hollow, so empty
that fell in love with you,
attracted by the light so contradictory to itself.
or maybe instead its the rare part of me ,
that explodes with the same blaze as you,
desperate to learn how to stay around for longer.
or maybe its the combination of both those polar extremes,
that formed an attraction so strong,
it feels irreversible.
i could take the risk
and see if you could love me too,
but i think i’d prefer not to find out,
in risk of losing the boy
with nicotine lining his lips.