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whenever i paint my nails i cannot help but be reminded of the way you smoked cigarettes because the fumes of the nail polish are terribly toxic and yet i crave it because some nights we would stay up all night-- you getting high on your cigarette daydreams and me getting high on how happy you looked with a death stick in your mouth, i should've stopped you i should've been there next to you, at the very least in the back of your mind a warning, you should've thought of me, you should've cared, you should be right here next to me, laughing because i got nail polish on my hand and teasing me about how i should just give up you should not have been driving home that night, you should've known, you should've stopped-- months before that, you shouldn't have even began drinking or smoking or even driving for god's sakes you were only fifteen and so was i, i was only fifteen, much too young to fall in love, and much too stubborn to care whenever i paint my nails i cannot help but be reminded of you inhaling smoke from your marlboro silver cigarettes and i cannot help but make a mistake and stop midway and scrub it all off because you are no longer there to tease me about how i should just give up and i can no longer get high from the image of the boy sitting on my window sill, for he is now dead (h.l.)
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
nail polish
whenever i paint my nails i cannot help but be reminded of the way you smoked cigarettes because the fumes of the nail polish are terribly toxic and yet i crave it because some nights we would stay up all night-- you getting high on your cigarette daydreams and me getting high on how happy you looked with a death stick in your mouth, i should've stopped you i should've been there next to you, at the very least in the back of your mind a warning, you should've thought of me, you should've cared, you should be right here next to me, laughing because i got nail polish on my hand and teasing me about how i should just give up you should not have been driving home that night, you should've known, you should've stopped-- months before that, you shouldn't have even began drinking or smoking or even driving for god's sakes you were only fifteen and so was i, i was only fifteen, much too young to fall in love, and much too stubborn to care whenever i paint my nails i cannot help but be reminded of you inhaling smoke from your marlboro silver cigarettes and i cannot help but make a mistake and stop midway and scrub it all off because you are no longer there to tease me about how i should just give up and i can no longer get high from the image of the boy sitting on my window sill, for he is now dead (h.l.)
#sadness#death#cigarettes#lostlove#nailpolish
thestoryofagirl
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thestoryofagirl
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
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