you liked your alcohol just like you liked your women a little watered down.. bitter to the taste.
and nowadays you set your lungs ablaze and shoot things into your veins that I don't even know the names of but i remember once when i was the only thing that tortured you.
we were never minuscule enough to be soley about something as petty and chemical as..love
but somehow you ended up loving me because i didn't love you.
Is it bad how often I find myself not thinking of you?