Smoke

1.8

you are my favorite form of
self destruction
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Maybe it is in fact love that destroys us or maybe it's the idea of love, either way love is involved. Some people say that love is the enemy and some say it's not.
In my opinion love is either or, love can take, make, break. It's called the TMB pretty clever right?

Jack had asked me last night how could he prove himself to me, in a way he couldn't but in another way he could and I kind of wanted him to, I don't know how he could though. Maybe he could say some white lies kiss me a little and make me fall back head over heels in love with him, or perhaps he could tell me the truth kiss me a little and leave.

Jack slept on the couch he's still asleep, right now I'm sipping on a cup of coffee listening to Jack's light snoring. I wanted to kick him out last night but I couldn't and then soon he fell asleep and left him.

Yes I wanted Jack but he didn't want me in the ways I wanted him.
They say that people want what they can't have and that's true.