He talks to me
and I don't say much,
but I like the sound of his voice,
just as angelic as his face,
and I swear I'm falling,
but this time not from the sky.
I'm crawling from the hole of depression I lived in,
It's all his fault,
I also learned,
I apparently I can still smile.
I haven't done that in so many years,
my lips cracked
and it hurt like a bitch,
me an him laughed about it afterwords,
saying it was hipster as fuck
"I haven't smiled in so long my lips cracked when I did. Ugh, I'm so grunge."
He said, in a mocking tone
that had doubling over in laughter.
I'm falling.
