I love looking back at our old messages because  at one point during your life

You took time at of your day to talk to me

I see the skyline of the city at sunset. Smoke from my cigarettes rises, Dancing around us.
We sit in silence,
Watching the sky darken.
I look at you,
Take in every strong line of your face.
I notice in the fading light,
Just how stunning your carmel skin looks intertwined in my milky white hand.
I inhale in the darkness,
Letting it envelope me.
Fireworks start to erupt in the distance. I exhale,
watching as they glow in sympathy. Stardust and sprinkling colors surround.
I smile,
It's so magical with our mountain view. You kissed me tonight,
as I thought you should.
Perhaps it was the whisky,
That made us so bold.
I don't know why it is,
That I couldn't help but kiss you back. Even though I knew,
It wouldn't last longer then fireworks and a cigarette.

you're starting
to get
sick of
me calling
you
beautiful all the
time.

I just never
know what
to say after
getting lost
in your
eyes.

You're nothing like
a good back massage
after a really long day.

You're more of a toe
that has been stubbed
off a coffee table
at 3 am;

You **** me off.

I fell in
    love with you
    during a
    game of
    cards...
                         You played a
                         queen of spades
                         and I played a
                         king of hearts.
You may have
lost this hand,
But you gained
mine.
                        So I will
              forever hold
        you by
my side.

Fifteen

Is the first slap in the face and the last "I love you"

Is the reason for 3 years of therapy and 5 different psychiatrists

Is the bruised eyes and the cut up arms

Is what all my nightmares are about

Is why I spent the past 5 years planning ways to **** myself

Is the reason it takes two pills and a shot of ***** to leave my house

Is the "no one else is to blame but you"

Fifteen is the age I lost my innocence.