you only love me
when you're high
your room reeks of weed
when I walk in
you pull me over
giving me a kiss
and blunt in hand
we take a seat
and spend the night
chatting
relaxing
and loving
your dim lights
are bright in the darkness of my eyes
I wake up oblivious
your eyes still shut
as your hand touches mine
you give me a look
something I've seen before
dissatisfaction
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summertime galore | ✔
Poetrya collection of poems, focusing on the nostalgic time of summer, finding love, and embracing it.
