marlboro light hung from her lips, fire pulsing with her breath...
i stared at her, she teased me, kissing me through her cigarette...
over smokes and laughs, she leaned into me with a gentle subtlety..
her hands held mine when she said she was falling in love with me...
the black streaks in her blue eyes pulsed fiercely with attraction...
the finer details i never noticed before, teasing me with passion...
she and i lay together staring up at stars resting on tree tops...
i desired her like junkies greed rocks and how fanactics seek gods...
so we lay in peace within faint drops of a small stream waterfall...
i knew we had to go our separate ways if and when the father called...
she and i shared each other, said we together can change our fates...
i miss being with her, even if those moments have all gone to waste...

-dirty blonde hair-

i walk a crooked path because my feet are hobbled...
carrying my burdens of ashy pipes and empty bottles...
ive dragged my feet in the depths of hellish acts...
my legs are sore and my back is riddled with cracks...
sometimes i amaze myself with how far i travelled...
how i survived the countless demons i have battled...
but i know there is nothing i have done on my own...
my strength is not enough, i have not walked alone...
and i know each day my burden lightens through grace...
giving up myself to straighten the track of my steps...

-this crooked path-