I remember the way you would smoke your cigarettes, and you would hold them in your right hand tighter than you held me the night that you told me you didn't love me. Unfortunately, I harmed myself for the actions you couldn't make reality. I believed in in a time like this, I strive to be your happiness, when I couldn't even be my own- except I found some type of figure in your bones that made my head spin. Whenever we held hands and walked down the grey pavement in public, you always walked before me and maybe then I should have known that this was the beginning that you did want to get away from me, without telling me. You spoke with words of heaven when you talked about her to me, but when the ***** went through your bloodstream, I think that she was only a memory; but laying in your sheets made me feel pure euphoria , (which you had taught me what it meant to be pure happiness), until I was standing alone outside your house when she was there and you were slurring your words and you had forgotten about me.
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