this heart

four

dear michael,

it's 3:53am but i never sleep anymore because once i close my eyes, i'm dreaming of you and what we could've been. you never seem to leave my body so i smoke multiple blunts a day in hopes of forgetting you. you always hated that i smoked but i was addicted to the feeling of getting high, like you were addicted to making girls vulnerable. while you were off kissing girls, i'm kissing bottles but the hangover hurts less than the pain you left me with when you left that night. i thought i finally got rid of you, but to my sad reality, you are still living in my veins and i can't get you out so, i take another hit in hopes to drown you out but i'm never lucky - you're my drug

j

so it's really late and this is prewritten so i hope it wasn't too shitty