All those nights by myself,
waiting for someone to care.
I left reminders on my skin,
that said everything I believed.
I cried myself to sleep,
and tried to get over it,
trying to blame someone else,
just to end up blaming myself over and over again.
I waited for someone to care,
someone to love,
someone to save me.

- s.m.

she was lighter
and he was cigarette

she needed him to feel worthwhile
and he needed her to feel the flames

but just like every lighter
her light ran out

and just like every cigarette
his fire died

and just like that
they forgot who they are