I remember resting with you
On his couch
With you intoxicated,
"It's all coming from me, not anything else" you insisted
As you whispered into the ear that connected directly to my breaking heart.
Laying in your arms that one last time.
I refused to feel that it was the last time.
You told me I was beautiful --
I didn't argue with you.
I didn't agree with you...
I just didn't say anything like we agreed upon.
I didn't exactly what you wanted, when you wanted it.
And it ended.
The lingering taste of the marijuana on your lips
Transferred to mine on our one last kiss.
And everything was over that next day.

04/06/2003

Posted on 04/06/2003
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