Last Night I Said These Words To My Girl

old pictures and chocolate chips out of the bag tonight. at 3am, or so

it's comforting to see this wild girl in photos

who is that? i used to know her. she's moved on from my scene. I'm not crazy enough anymore. Can't keep up with her. too bad

she had guts

but way too emotionally unstable. But I think that goes away over time. Young girls have it the worst, but it gets better. At least that one thing gets better when we get older

am I lacking now that she's not here? miss her. but she's never coming back, she lives in another state. sometimes I cry for that crazy girl. and how rad she was. remember to smile

in order to continue, i channel her frequency, and that part of my brain that was severely coke-damaged but can detangle the signal that she and i have. secret language. funny. past.

now i have no trace of her left in my blood. I could even pass a breathalyzer. That's good. but i'll always be fond of...who am i now?