We sit on your floor
smoking our blunts
regret fills our lips, our tongues,
our throats, our minds
I take a sip of grey goose
and cry
because we are opposites meant to collide
but I swear to god that's how they make stars
your burning embrace like a wildfire
destructive
you are like dope to me
you give me such a lovely high
but when you leave
I have the worst come down
I hate that you made me this way
that you made me dependent on your existence.
**** you.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
We sit on your floor
smoking our blunts
regret fills our lips, our tongues,
our throats, our minds
I take a sip of grey goose
and cry
because we are opposites meant to collide
but I swear to god that's how they make stars
your burning embrace like a wildfire
destructive
you are like dope to me
you give me such a lovely high
but when you leave
I have the worst come down
I hate that you made me this way
that you made me dependent on your existence.
**** you.
