The Ripped Soul

I took a smoke yesterday.

I couldn't take it at work anymore. On my mind, her, work, bills, money, and screwing up orders. Being such a fuck up.

So my colleague asked if I'd like to join her for a smoke, and I took up the offer.

And I don't see the kick in it, though I gotta admit, when I blew smoke out of my nose it felt damn cool.

I've got a craving for it again, and I probably could take some of my mom's sticks..

But no. I won't.

I don't wanna smoke anymore. Especially if it's just because of her on my mind.

I still love the memory of her so much.. it hurts me like crazy.

I wish I had someone that'd love me the way she did again. Maybe I'll get over her then.

Or not.