I tell myself
take it slow

3:47 a.m. I inhale
The curling cannabis sinking
deep into my lungs
funny how the taste
reminds me of the softness of
your lips

You tell me
"this one's different"
but baby
I've been sipping death
for years and
you've kissed me twice

Tell me again how this is different
because
oh how I want it to be
but **** how it isn't