the long thin roll of paper wedged btwn ur fingers

the breathes taken in
betweenthesmoke
intoxicates me

but it makes me long for more

the eyes
with the edges which curl up
when you smile

curls up the edges of my lips as well.

i will never forget the beautiful twinkling in your eyes

its out of reach
and i know
this liminality only hurts both of us bad.

maybe it was for the best

but whats always the best doesnt always make people happy, do they?

do they?