life was technicolor and i saw images i hadn’t seen in a decade
i felt your nose and i told you that it was a mountain ridge and you laughed at me but it wasn’t in a bad way, it was the type of mountain ridge you see when you’re sitting on the balcony of her wooden home and you’re looking over the peninsula and the sky is set on fire and it’s really burning and the mountains kind of glisten
i felt your eyes too, i ran my thumb across you bloodshot eyes and i finally memorized them like i always said i would and they were satin and i could see how pale they were too, even in the pitch black darkness of 3 am
i smoked the deadly drug you call marijuana not because i wanted to but because it was my duty, and i am fueled by the feeling i got as you stared at me through every pull and blow
pull and blow
pull and blow
all i can see now is your video game face and the way it slowly but surely leaned into mine and i love the way i still got butterflies despite the mutant condition my mind was in
god or whatever you have me lying vulnerable in your vampire arms