Smoke catches your face, as you stand outside, staring at the floor.
Grey clothes hang to your skin, sadness all around.
Colours whish around you, trying to swallow you up and carry you away from here.
You smile sadly, as the effects are dismissed, and all colour shrinks away.
You place your lighter in your back pocket and step inside, where light and colour floods you.
You collapse into a chair, as all of your energy is drained from that one smoke.
Your phone is in your face, as your eyes grow smaller and smaller.
You speak words of joy, with no smile on your face.
She watches you from afar, screaming inside, for you to notice her. You don't, all you can do is smile, a little.
She sinks lower, sadness over comes her, as she gets up from the chair, and walks away. She is hurt. You hurt her. She doesn't come back and try again.
She is gone. You got what you wanted. She is gone.
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