mugrosa

The day i found it i couldn’t contain my happiness

It smelled so familiar and warm

When i brought it home

I couldn’t bring myself to light it

I was afraid the smell would fade

Your touch has already left me

It’s not about me.

I can’t wrap my head around not waking up next to you some mornings.

Then i think about that 420 3 years ago; I remember her, the times you yelled at me and made me cry for dropping your phone when you stepped on the pedal too hard, when we first moved into our first apt together and i filled the apt with smoke because i put wax paper in the oven with our food, or the times you told me that i wasn’t your type, the bewildered look in your eyes when you found it in my car.

The hurtful things you said to me that i probably should’ve reported you for.

The times we were just “seeing each other “ just mixing substances and enjoying each other’s company.

The time that my roommate ruined my apartment and you were willing to go and pop her tires for me.

We were so toxic together.