We used to stay up late counting the streets we’d walk passed. count the stars, wondering how long this ecstasy would last. Smoke a joint, light a cigarette and another, pretend it didn’t matter that we were addicted to eachother. Pass around the liquor, talk about the pain, believe the tree’s had faces while we were going insane. The days we’re too long and the nights would never end, it was easier to fake a smile. we forgot it was pretend. Years earlier it was just enough to lay in your bed, but the summer was aggressive and issued narcotics instead. The lies dripped of your tongue and my heart was on fire, no one would ever understand the countless months of satire. Maybe I’m just getting used to the feeling of heartache, but I’ll always be your first love and you’ll always be my biggest mistake.
(via sailors)
2 years ago