tastes

like smoke and alcohol. [i don't even know which type, and i have a feeling, its more than one, knowing you]

these are the only tastes that i know of. because you won't even look me in the eye when you're sober much less be affectionate, i don't know any other tastes. 

and i probably will never know either. 

because you're "human", you present me with one version of your warped truth in your inebriated moments. your friends get a totally polar version of "truth" when you are dealing with your hangover.

i want to honestly say, "its okay." for now, i cannot find it in me to see red. not even when people cannot see what's so much like about you. surprisingly, i don't know the answer to that myself either. 

but.. don't you think, i'm human too?

now, the smell of smoke reminds me of you. 

a mention of your name is like a physical punch to my resilient heart. its a good thing mine's pretty elastic. 

its not the "sorry" that i want. just look me right in the eye and tell me the truth..
is it that complicated difficult? 

nawww, life's good =)