speedxangels
we're sitting on the steps of my front porch. he reaches into his left pocket and pulls out a packet of cigarettes. he puts one in his mouth and returns the packet. i feel his hand in my right pocket and i look at him. he grins and rummages around, finally pulling out a lighter. i roll my eyes and look away. there is a slight smile playing on my lips.
this is us. we are like cigarettes and lighters. to the world we are destruction, to each other, we are the perfect match.