I listened
to
That song
The other
night:
Still
I think of
you
Every time
Five years
later.
How sweet
you always were:
A beautiful,
pale
Girl to take
me
Away from my
father
And my dead
mother.
You reminded
me of
My love
For dope
And made me
Think
You cared.
Nichole,
The first
crush
I was close
to.
You were a
great friend,
Only that.
And
When you
told me
You had a
boyfriend,
I almost
stopped.
I became Mr.
Hyde
When I was
high.
The mind
goes to
Recesses
With too
many people
In the room:
You two
And the
virgin,
Me, who
Thought love
was a
Mighty warrior.
And
When you left
Whats-His-Face,
I was
already
Clean.
So just like
that,
We
Missed our
chances.
