Jun 2014
and i stopped smoking shortly after i met him
i stopped, because he didn't
and even though it felt so good inhaling the smoke he blew in-between
my lips
it just still didn't make up for the fact that i was slowly watching
the one i adored **** himself
and i don't know if he cares or not but it felt so horrible
knowing that now. and now. and now.
he shortens his life by what seems to be an eternity
and i guess i never realised this when my own lungs were at risk
but you
don't you dare die on me
i stopped, because he didn't
and even though it felt so good inhaling the smoke he blew in-between
my lips
it just still didn't make up for the fact that i was slowly watching
the one i adored **** himself
and i don't know if he cares or not but it felt so horrible
knowing that now. and now. and now.
he shortens his life by what seems to be an eternity
and i guess i never realised this when my own lungs were at risk
but you
don't you dare die on me
i realise this makes no sense but i have absolutely nothing to write these days and this just kind of kept me awake and i tried to put it down but it obviously didn't go very well.
it's all just very confusing but moral of story: i hate liking someone who smokes because ******* he's killing himself right in front of me and there's nothing much i can do to stop it from happening
it's all just very confusing but moral of story: i hate liking someone who smokes because ******* he's killing himself right in front of me and there's nothing much i can do to stop it from happening
