I lit up this blunt.
I'm fake studying with a friend and gossiping on how I miss you instead. After a few laughs I take a heavy hit.
This blunt is halfway.
As he reads out loud the material from my papers I look around and try to forget the pain in my heart and the burning sensation in my lungs. I wish I could forget.
This blunt is almost gone.
I begin to feel everything lighter through me. The heat is reaching my fingertips and the other end is covered in black lipstick. One final pull; thick and heavy.
I turn off the blunt.
Do you give a damn about me?
YOU ARE READING
Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
