his heart strangely resembled an abandoned ashtray

some say they would never date a smoker but i know myself
too well and i will meet the love of my life on the side of the road
with a hoodie over his head
and he will be smoking a cigarette
with his past replaying in his mind
and he’s all too drunk but strangely too sober
and that’s why he’s smoking the cigarette because all
the bars and liquor stores
are closed

and he will have a house
but not a home

and his aura will have an immensely heavy energy
but for some reason it’s extremely alluring
because it’s somehow weightless

and i will find the way he smokes
artistic
and he will try to tell me it’s the cigarette
that makes him beautiful
and i will disagree because
it’s the opposite

and i will look him in the eyes and i will see that
he smokes in order to turn his pain
into ashes, but then
the pain caught on fire

and i will be able to see that he keeps track of the hours in a day
through moments like these

i will fall in love with a boy whose hands are a thousand years old
and it will make me wish i was a palm-reader
i will fall in love with a boy who is so damaged
that i think i could repair him.

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