There’s a reason why people don’t stay who they are.

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We talked everyday for about a year and a half. We were close because we were honest and open, and had revealed the deepest and darkest parts of our lives to each other. Personhood was the basis of our friendship, or whatever.

It was the vulnerability we offered each other that made these unspoken connection addictive.

Now, we are strangers like nothing had happen before. No more late night talks, concern or any sort of imagination. We are nothing now.

But I know deep down that we were family, soul mate of sorts. At least that’s how I feel.

Some people just don’t stay together (as friends or whatever) because they want the best for each other. Sometimes love just ain’t enough.

Say something awful
As if fucking the world is your right
And I watch you stumble
Drunk out into the night
To cat call ladies
You’re thirsty for blood, you’re picking a fight
And I wanted to ask you
Man, what do you do in the daylight

So bum me a cigarette, buy me a beer
Till I’m happy to be here, happy to be here
With all of my family, hookers in heels
And the men who watch them like hungry black eels

Run into me sunday
Tell me you had one hell of a time
And through the haze and the gun smoke, i’m forced to believe
You’re probably right
Someone lies bleeding
Someone got violent and did not think twice
And i watched you my brother, making a fool of the moon tonight

So bum me a cigarette, buy me a beer
Till I’m happy to be here, happy to be here
With all of my family, hookers in heels
And the men who watch them like hungry black eels

Am I just a spark?

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