Nothing left to lose

2.

Late night sex, smokin' cigarettes

I try real hard but I can't forget

Now in a heartbeat, I would do it all again

Do you remember the sigarette that we usually shared after sex? You weren't so worried about my recent addiction to smocking, maybe because you didn't care at all, maybe because you've always been so freely cynic.

"A single cigarette won't kill me," you said, the first time I saw you smoking "I can assure you that I will die in a different, big and unforgettable way."

And I believed you- how couldn't I? The world was at your feet and I watched you mesmerized. You were everything I've always wanted and I had you, for a moment.

We met up at the dirty pub, then walked to the subway and made love at your's. We arrived at your's at least at midnight, and I've always stayed the night, you made me.

I felt so immortal and free when I was destroying the moral with you- it looked like you were on another level, so freaking cynic, free and fascinating, absolutely unreachable.

Funny how you assured me that I didn't need to worry, that I was your little princess, when you destroyed me.

But man, after all you were worth it.