I lay one more night in my bed contemplating texting a girl i no longer know to a number that is no longer even hers. Somehow just texting you comforts me, even if you don't answer. Especially when you don't. Truth is, whenever i think los angeles my thoughts go to you. My brains wobbles and neurons gets destroyed, as if i was drunk. There are certain feelings i can't shake off and this feeling of missing you is one of them. It's like cigarette ash that doesn't dissolve on the floor but sticks to my cigarette no matter how many times i flick it to drop. And you give me the same sensation a nicotine rush gives an addict. I want the poison. Give me your ammonia and kill me with bleach. I want you under my fingernails. I wish i could make this stop at the snap of my fingers but people like you leave traces, like marked territory. And i am yours. More than mine, i am yours.
I miss you, once again.
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