smoke break
it's fucking cold/and I'm wearing your nice coat/that you stole from your cousin who knocked your teeth out one Christmas/and you're wearing the shittier one because
well, because you're secretly really sweet to me
and I'm hanging off your shoulders/while I french inhale tobacco smoke/and you try to french inhale your frozen breath
you fool
and it's really fucking cold and you beg me to go inside/but it's quite clear that I have about four more minutes on this marlboro red here/and I quote that scene in sex and the city/ when the man won't let carrie smoke
"sir I have an addiction"
and you tell me I kind of look like sarah jessica parker/and I want to take it as a compliment/ but I'm not really sure if you meant it as sort of a jab
but your smile is very cute when you say it
and I tell you that you're grown/and that you have free will and autonomy/and that you can go inside if you want
but you don't, obviously
and you slide your hands under my coat/your coat/and put your hands on my waist/and they're so fucking cold/and I yelp and I giggle
and your smile grows even bigger
revealing those fake front teeth/that are just a slightly different color/from the ones that didn't get the business from your drunk cousin
and really, they look nice
and the song playing inside/drifts from the crack in the patio door/dance yrself clean/that lcd sound system song I sent you/when we were a thousand miles apart/both home for christmas
and I missed you so so bad but I didn't want to tell you that outright
because we promised to keep it casual/even though it isn't that at all/and we depend on one another as a sort of crutch in this cold and unfamiliar place
and sometimes you tell me you love me when you're really drunk and it's late at night
so I send you any song that I like if it has a synth in it/because you told me once that you like electronic music/and I don't really know what that means
but you told me you really like this song
so I put it on every playlist/to ensure that there's always a song that appeals to you when we're hanging out together/since you always let me play the music because
well, because you're secretly really sweet to me
and we're silent while it plays this time/and your hands have warmed up on my naked skin/and you just kind of hold me there/and sway a little bit/while I take one last long drag on this marlboro red
and I want to scream it out loud on this sober evening how much I love you
but instead I just drop the butt of this cigarette on the ground/and twist the sole of my tennis shoe over it/to snub the tiny ember/and we walk inside
wordlessly, no longer touching
and when the weather is warm again/six short months later/we part ways for the last time/and I give you a burned cd
the last song is dance yrself clean
but I don't write that on the track list/because it seems really corny/and we agreed to keep it casual
and I still don't want to let on that I know it's not
and that was years ago now/but I remember it as though my days are still punctuated by cigarette runs to the 711/and as though you still stand in front of the mirror, consciously inspecting your new teeth/and as though you never packed up and moved a thousand miles away
as though you still text me to come over even though basketball is on and you're going bitch about my smoke breaks
and I hear that song sometimes/because it still appears on almost every playlist I make/dance yrself clean/and I remember that night on the patio/and I remember how badly I missed you when I first sent you the link to it /and I remember how badly I missed you when you left
and I want to scream it out loud how much I still love you
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Posted Nov 7, 2018, 9:43 PM UTC · edited
Thank you.