how come you only ever kissed me when your lungs were overflowing with smoke?
how come you only ever touched me when there was a blunt in between your long fingers?
how come you only ever talked to me when your eyes were bloodshot?
how come you only ever looked at me when your depressed mind was high?
all these unanswered questions plagued my thoughts after realising you were never coming back.
YOU ARE READING
stay high ↠ poetry
Poesíayou're gone and i got to stay high all the time to keep you off my mind (( lowercase intended ))
