"Fuck the pain away…
I mean fuck it, drink it, shoot it, smoke it, snort it, cut it, binge it, purge it all the fuck away.
Get high.
Relapse.
That’s what we do."

I wonder if you think about me as much as I think about you

I wonder if you read my posts and come to your own assumptions,

not because you’re foolish but because you know me so well.

I wonder if when you don’t pick up you’re actually busy or just avoiding me.

I wonder if you never have time for me or simply never make time for me

I wonder if when I see you is the same truth there was when you give me that same smile is still there.

Look into my eyes, and kiss me on the brain.

I wonder if lovers can be friends, and friends lovers,

Or rather when they cease to be friends, can they become lovers?

Or when we cease to be lovers, can we still be friends?

Will we ever stop being either? Am I forever entwined within your soul? 

Do old lovers die or do we just overt our eyes?

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