You are the smoke in my veins

I'll never know if he really did mean I wasn't beautiful or if it was an honest mistake. But in truth, it really didn't matter because I found a meaning to why my mother gave me this name and I always believed fate had a path for us, and sitting here with a vomit tasting mouth and a boy who smelt of smoke I knew this was it, everything I had been, am and was going to be, collided at once.