attempt 1 of poetry. = fail.

it’s a summer romance of some sort. i see him press that bottle to his lips and find myself aching to be that beer. i hear the flicking of that rusty old lighter and say “pass it over here” inhaling as much as my already fucked up lungs can take i catch myself coughing. coughing out all of the pain and confusing thoughts for a few hours. i was high. higher than the buildings in this abandoned city can reach. all of a sudden i feel the urge to leave. i’m staring at him wondering if what he says is true just to find out that the smiley faces at the end of his texts are just another part of his games that no one likes to play but for some reason all the girls do. 

praise-atrocity said: Why are you sooo hot? ;)

i’m not hot at all. but thanks love. <3