I hope you remember me at the worst times. When you're kissing her, I hope she tastes like me. When you're ******* her, I hope you moan my name. I hope those skinny white lines that you once found an escape through begin to bring me to the back of your mind when you're coming down. I hope that every cigarette you light reminds you of the ones we shared that summer in your truck.
I hope that you see me with someone new and it feels like someone is ripping the veins out of your heart one by one. I hope that you can never get high enough to get me off of your mind. I hope that the years of smoking catch up to you and you lose your breath. I hope you never fully regain it.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
I hope you remember me at the worst times. When you're kissing her, I hope she tastes like me. When you're ******* her, I hope you moan my name. I hope those skinny white lines that you once found an escape through begin to bring me to the back of your mind when you're coming down. I hope that every cigarette you light reminds you of the ones we shared that summer in your truck.
I hope that you see me with someone new and it feels like someone is ripping the veins out of your heart one by one. I hope that you can never get high enough to get me off of your mind. I hope that the years of smoking catch up to you and you lose your breath. I hope you never fully regain it.
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