(Written when I was in high school in '07. Published in "Graffiti")

completely, completely irrisistable
completely, completely unattainable
and so it seems, I'm in love with the dream
and wondering "what if?" is so much more
promising than what actually is.

so, she'll laugh, and she'll joke
and she'll drink, and she'll smoke
elegantly blowing out every thought
and imperfection with each drag.

and nicotine can't be a lover
of this, we all know is true
but when a cigarette is the only
thing holding your hand....

there's no room to wish it was you.