We sat on that ledge passing cigarettes between us
breath thick with cold as white as our smoke,
we spoke into the 3am darkness about football
and how I've never seen a sunrise,
about things that i can't remember except that
they pulled giggles deep from my throat
mixing with our smoke and our breath
you told me that you think of me all the time
and don't know why, my lips craving
to tell you all i should've told you,
instead i made you give me that cigarette burn
because you had one and i wanted
our skin to sizzle simultaneously,
pain strung together by my giggles and
our smoke and our breath
thick with jealousy and lies and
always thinking about you.