Smoking and Drinking Emotions

Young lovelorn what more can I say for some odd reason I can’t help but fall even when I know this lesson has been learned. Soon to dissipate not sure of reproach upon my disembarkation back for too short of a while. My face drags and I smirk at this laughter of a situation. Aware that this is nothing but immature unreadable emotions held for no reason other than that I can’t drink on it yet. Taking this in, a mourning mood but my chest pounds ever so loudly, wounds, scars, and moments of fear are reminders that everything here is but a brief encounter. Now I can’t make promises because I’m sure i’ll be the one to let you down. I don’t care what anyone thinks about what I’m thinking. I don’t want to be myself as long there are underlying emotions. I don’t want to feel anybody else for as long as they think this is a procured moment rather than a passing encounter. I don’t care if anybody thinks my heart ache’s. Deep down I feel so bruised, friendly people all around so I have to put my yes face on. trying not to lose myself. I hope I have you walking with confidence. Head held up high, legs extended with every step exuding ambition. Out with people I’ve never seen before. Smoking and drinking my emotions.

Waking up today without a thought of rushing forward or toward any objectives, too busy living in the amusement of my  atmosphere. I keep running my tongue like an Olympian, looking for new lips to lock with, spending every motion chasing after adolescent ambitions, finding new reasons to put someone on a limp like they just ran a marathon. I'm doing me so big I can barely walk, waddling side to side staying so hard enemies need a knife and fork to bite off my back. Beware these notes and heavy steps will leave you flustered plastered flat on the cement of where I started. Doing things like I just arrived got her feeling me, smiling too fluent with my thoughts, s**t get brutal, The uneasy feeling of hands wrapped around my throat. Neck tightening or maybe she's  just got me fucked up in the head. Bending over backwards enjoying the sweetest things hitting high notes thinking of me as a sweet man. she does. How unsettling that I met her unaccompanied gaze through no acquaintance at all but through my impulse alone.  Another night out with flimsy affection that comes and goes  thinking I met someone human. assured it wasn't meant to last a momentary face. I got problems up to my ear, flossing my teeth and all I could think of... calling when I should be working, hands are unsteady touching your lips, no emotion but lost in your stare when hips are shaking. Swaying like a lily in the summer breeze, sweet as syrup and honey has got me in endless devotion. Acting stupid, working on getting back hope you haven’t heard about any reputations. Forget the arguments we don’t need any. Weekends of drinking, finding reasons to stay out, going just to balance the stress I wouldn’t have it with anyone else but getting my fix and smoking it out with you.

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