Let it Be Us.

I thought it would always be us.

I thought it would always be me.

Choose me.

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Sitting on my bathroom floor as the thoughts of her consume me, as the air fills with smoke from my freshy rolled blunt and the faint smell of my mint flavored nic. The weed was no longer successful in suppressing my thoughts; if anything it made them more intense. I cycle through the same thoughts and emotions and my only solution is that I need something stronger.

Eye's red.

Inhale.

I slouched further against the bathroom wall, and closed my eyes. Repeating to myself to shut up, silently.

Exhale.

As the years passed on, silence made things worse. But it was the only thing that make me feel safe. I could do anything in the silence. Feel anything. Everything. Alone in the dark.

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