I wonder if I was the last girl to kiss you?
You tasted of that twinge of sadness you have after last call when you know you’re only prolonging the inevitable of stumbling home alone.
It was rainy and humid.
The last remnants of the summer radiated out of the cracks in the sidewalks.
We were hazy, drunk off of conversations and monkeys, sitting on my bedroom floor, smoking cigarettes, singing along to Blink on vinyl.
I just had to show you it sounded much better and give you a slight glimpse into my head.
‘I’m Lost  Without You’
Warped.
Broken.
Useless.
Unsalvageable.
Dead.
There was no need for leaving so abruptly. I was hoping that you might be around for more then just a minute.
Turns out you were wrong though.
You broke more hearts than guitar strings. You’ll become hazy, and I’ll just stay crazy.