i wrote poetry about him until my hands hurt
because i didn't want to forget the way
my heart burned every time he smiled and
i didn't want to forget his eyes and the stars in them
and how they always shined, even in the daytime
but i guess that poetry will stay unread and
he will stay unaware and it's the cigarettes
i wanna smoke and the ***** i wanna drink
until i forget his face but i know that even when
i'm completely smashed, i'll still be slurring his name.