Tonight Hope is throwing a party
I spend hours getting ready because I know you’ll be there
We spend the night together in our own little corner
You hand me a folded piece of paper
In it were the contents of your heart
(or so I thought)
It says that I’m beautiful and you love the way my eyes shine when I smile
I tell you how my mother drives me crazy
And sometimes the darkness is inescapable
I thought I saw empathy in your eyes
You stand up abruptly
-Follow me-
I would follow you anywhere
The crisp november air stings my cheeks
But the warmth of your hand around mine is irreplaceable
We sit in your car and you pull a bowl out of the glove box
-Have you ever tried?-
-No.-
You shrug and light it
With your first hit I see how you escape your darkness
I saw release surge through your veins
And I wanted to feel it too
I inhale too quickly and cough and cough and cough
You smirk and take it back for yourself
-Maybe it’s not your thing-
I want it to be my thing. I want it to be our thing
I take it back and this time I don’t cough
I see a small smile on your face
And I become an addict to the incredible feeling.
