Germel had the dead-eye stare like he was
going
to
puke.
"Bruh,
smoke this,
let it
cool
down,"
I said.
"You're on it right now,"
Germ said.
But he took a hit.
Germ and I were smoked
and drunk,
we'd been at it
for the last hour.
And over that time,
love had reached
it's middle finger
into my heart.
had pulled the hurt
right
out
with a single knuckle
and a single
digit.
Sometimes bud
will
do
that.
I wanted Germ to be all right,
as I dealt with the tornado
inside.
So much pain
on a sunday night,
so much
anger.
I wanted to punch
everything,
especially
those dumb
happy
lovers.
I watched Germ puke in the bushes.
And
I felt awful
because I knew
she'd finally dipped on me,
and that
was
puke
enough.
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC
Germel had the dead-eye stare like he was
going
to
puke.
"Bruh,
smoke this,
let it
cool
down,"
I said.
"You're on it right now,"
Germ said.
But he took a hit.
Germ and I were smoked
and drunk,
we'd been at it
for the last hour.
And over that time,
love had reached
it's middle finger
into my heart.
had pulled the hurt
right
out
with a single knuckle
and a single
digit.
Sometimes bud
will
do
that.
I wanted Germ to be all right,
as I dealt with the tornado
inside.
So much pain
on a sunday night,
so much
anger.
I wanted to punch
everything,
especially
those dumb
happy
lovers.
I watched Germ puke in the bushes.
And
I felt awful
because I knew
she'd finally dipped on me,
and that
was
puke
enough.
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