Out of One's Mind.

The Pipe

I woke up early again... Expecting my early morning text there was Nothing there, there never is anymore it hurts. So instead I rolled over reaching for my piece, still partially packed with the unfinished bowl from last night. I grab the lighter beside it flick it on and raise the pipe to my mouth taking a deep inhale, listening to the burning greens, then exhaling in a deep breath. I roll back over in my bed hitting my head on the wall in the process. I groan letting out a quiet,

"fuck." but the high was hitting me my problems temporarily fading from my mind as I just stare at the ceiling enjoying the high while I can. My eyes begin to slump again a slight smile presenting itself on my face before I slip into a dream

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here you are and so am I in this dank tunnel beside the wall mart we're sitting beside each other listening to the mama mia soundtrack

you danced to it so happily a smile I never saw you show to anyone else on your face, 

I laughed at your silly-ness you made me smile in a way, I couldn't describe, 

but I liked it.

 you brought weed I always felt bad but I was broke always have been but you never said anything about it so neither did  I. A bowl was packed sitting on the tunnel floor that was one thing that always made us good, we never fought when we were high. We were too high to do so We smoked the bowl we laid there while listening to music. Now it was calmer, no words shared but then you kissed me.

you did that only when you were high too. It was the only time you were affectionate.

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My eyes opened suddenly, another dream. I always dreamt about them couldn't stop it but god I wish I could I reached for my piece again instead of grabbing it I knocked it over it shattered on the hardwood floor. my eyes began to water immediately that pipe,

it was from them...

 It was my favorite pipe
and it was theirs too.

but now it shattered the same as our relationship,

 tears slip down my face as I just sit there on the bed looking at the broken pieces feeling just as fallen apart. The dropping of a tear on the floor woke me from my depressing trance. I sigh And try to clear my head banging it with my hands a few times. I get out of my messed-up bed jumping down, avoiding the broken glass laying on the floor. I walk to the utility closet grabbing the broom and dustpan. Walking back to the shattered glass pipe, I began to pick up the pieces as I wish I could pick myself off the ground. It hurt to pick it up I nearly wanted to leave it there, at least it'd still be the memory there. I finally finished picking up all the glass, although it was lazily done and I was sure I'd step on the glass later. I walked to the kitchen all the broken pieces in the dustpan I sadly dump them into the trash. I proceeded to walk to my shitty coffee machine making some Keurig coffee. Once it was done I grabbed a random mug, not even sure if it was clean or not but I didn't care. I filled it halfway with the caffeinated substance, then grabbed some rum and filled the cup the rest of the way with the other liquid.