Nobody else matters.
How long has it been like this?
Streetlamps are moments
orange illuminated sparks
each kiss
burned into my memory, the flame,
the little light of a cigarette
your arms around me
and I don't think this is infatuation.

How much can you love one person
or two
how much can I still love you
when you're so past and yet present?
How long has it been like this
a thousand nights trying to forget,
you're just the ocean waves
in my head.
A conch

subconsciously forever there,
your smell is my rooms smell
your cigarettes my own smell.
Is that love, who can tell?
Is it just *******, is it hell.