We smoked this together after your girlfriend broke up with you. It was so cold and we were listening to Bon Iver. It was the night I saw your green eyes for the first time. It was the night of our first kiss.
You know I’m not romantic but I know you like these more than flowers. So will you go to prom with me?
You bite your nails. He clicks his pen. I smoke cigarettes. We all die in the end.
Someone told me once that shooting stars are really just angels throwing away their cigarettes before God could catch them smoking.
“The cigarettes you light one after another won’t help you forget her.”— Frank Sinatra
All you are is a sucuubis
A cancerous growth that took hold in my mind
And spread to my heart until I was dead inside
-LB’s goodbye letter to his drug of choice
The natives don’t say goodbye, they just say shennay. It means every moment we spend together will never be the same.