XxolliexX's emo tangents

 The second you see me you beg to leave is the sight of me too much to bear. The thought of me a weight on your mind enough to squash your brain. Devoid it of all forms of being polite. No relent for your need to leave and forget it all. Yet you cant escape the ties are too tight every year we will meet whether its desired or dreaded. You get sick at the sight of me and I get blank at your image. Will it ever be the same or are the things we shared only due to forced friendliness and ease of access. 

  Hot, Wet, and Sufferable hot, wet, and sufferable, is that what we are destined to be? You shot me through the lungs so i could depend on yours. No matter the apologies you got what you needed and I needed when I got. I breathe through you just for you to infect my tract and blame it on me. Will you do better, can you do better? Is this just who you are, who you were raised to be. I thought you were better than this but you stabbed me with a dull knife just because you knew it would hurt more. Your blows are low but I can blow even lower. The line were your legs meet my face were your favorite and you know I will never be back. I fill your void in a way you will never replicate. I left you standing there craving something you knew you polluted. You are my smoke, I love the smell of you, your feeling as you fill my lungs but the damage will never be worth the high yet I continue to burn my eyes and lungs and breathe in your secondhand smoke not caring who may have concerns as your mor