we passed around the joint
each taking a hit
sharing a piece of us
inhaling the chemicals
proven to making coping easier
we passed around the joint
and grew closer
one broken memory at a time
we passed around the joint until the sun rose
and our hearts grew heavy

my pen was always in my fingers
scribbling the latest tear
drawing the newest fascination
creating feelings on paper
I was never good at talking
but writing came easy
each word danced its way onto the paper
each sentence a new adventure
never knowing where I'd end
just knowing I'd get there
pen in hand
paper covered in emotions and experiences

the radio always played it
the stores had it on a loop
even the lowly musician at the cafe
I heard it everywhere
on my way to work
in the city streets
late at night with friends
at home at 2am
everywhere
it haunted me
a simple song
our song

the smoke kissed my lips
filled my lungs
altered my brain
washed away all pain
the smoke kissed my lips
because you never did

beautiful
in the way she walked with so much purpose
beautiful
in the way she glanced at you to see your eyes sparkle
beautiful
in the way her forehead creased when she read
beautiful
in the way she danced around the kitchen early in the morning
beautiful
in the way her hands grasped yours every single day
beautiful
in the way she couldn't keep secrets from her best friend
beautiful
in the way she slept after a hard day
beautiful
in the way her eyes wandered as she daydreamed
beautiful
in the way she cried at sappy romance films
beautiful
in the way her hands grasped a pen and wrote for hours
beautiful
in the way she undressed before bed
beautiful
in the way she loved every ounce of you
beautiful
in every way imaginable

I tried to give you a second chance
to stop saying goodbye
to kiss you once again
to call you mine
to show you off
and love you for longer
but my heart was broken
my eyes were dry
and my soul shattered
second chances are only worth it
if the first chance didn't break you

my glass half empty, my heart half full
the music pounded- shook the walls.
the newly 21 year olds drank everything,
destroying their kidneys one shot at a time.
the older adults trying to relive youth,
having intelligent conversation over drinks they couldn't afford with people they wouldn't know the next morning.
the youngest people peering around,
hoping their phony ID's wouldn't get them caught.
the bartenders, light on their feet although
heavy on their souls.
the obvious recently single girl trying to get any guy to simply
buy her a drink.
the tv's showing friends re-runs.
the smoker outside, crying and coughing,
yet another night.
the husband trying to forget about the fights,
his father, and the imminent divorce ahead.
the alcohol, keeping the peoples thoughts flowing
and the money coming in.
my glass now empty, my heart half full.