"We sat there smoking cigarettes
late one August evening. You said
that we were going to die young,
all the best people do. I laughed,
and said 'We're gonna live forever,
just you and I.'
It was September when you called
me, at 4am. You slurred 'I love you'
down the end of the phone. And I
giggled and rolled my eyes, this was
the second time this week. I said
'Sleep well.' And hung up.
The skies were grey and I was
walking home. The cold found
me quickly this time around. You
sent me a message saying 'you
were on the move, this time is
gonna be different. You'll see.
I'll see you soon.'
I never saw you again,
It's been two years,
Where are you now?
Octobers are my least favorite
month."
- Poemsforthebad
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