THE SAGE'S DeCLASSIFIED SURVIVAL GUIDE (FOR DUDES AND DUDETTES)

High

funny how I still get high
at the thought of you like the
joints we used to smoke
by the open forest
after the long walks we'd
always take inside the parkour
graveyard, in search of polish
dealers and cellphone halos
you'd push your breath
into mine, ignite me, make
me high and forget why
I ever felt so low
I miss that
the Saturday nights
we used to act like misfit kids
and total outcats, I miss
the love and romance
sweet pieces
of nothings and that
free sex, telling you that
you're my everything
I miss the actual thought
of being high on you
my dear mistress
funny how words still
fail me whenever you're near
even after all these years
I wish you could still do me
like you once did in our past
push your breath
into mine, ignite me, make
me high and forget why
I ever felt so low