Stay

I love your lips on mine. Don't replace my lips with your cigars. Don't give yourself scars. I love the taste of your lips, so much. Don't replace that taste with all that alcohol you buy. I love touching your face, feeling it so effortlessly. I love holding your hand, I don't want to let go. But you think this is a joke. You flirt too much, not with other women, but you flirt. I love you, but you won't ever understand. You've become soulmates with what you use all your money on. Cigars and that stupid beer. Don't flirt with death.