Real

You're right, you are real. The phony lies are real, you're pouty bottom lip that told me so many stories was real. You're misleading words were real. The excitement you brought me was real. Your bud was real and it got me real high. So high that I would be perfectly alright being wrapped up in the complexities of your arms, your eyes, your soul. . . ? Well I'm not sure how much of your soul I was wrapped up in but all I know is I hope the sticky resent doesn't cling to me. I got my own to worry about, scrape out my bowl and take a hit for the V-Team. With one hit more for the past, I flick my lighter to the piece and take a hit for how "real" you are. If only it was worth it.