in my head, i’m on a smoke break
in the distance i can hear the faint laughter
& the sounds of glasses clinking together,
my mind’s plagued once again,
& i can hardly seem to think straight
every once in a while i keep looking back
in case you’ve called my name
your voice, still ringing in my ears
& in case you notice my absence,
you can walk on over
you can come find me when i’m out
in my head, i’m on a smoke break
my fingertips sinking into my closed eyes,
with every puff, my heaving chest grows weaker & weaker
a bit from the tar in my lungs
a bit more from the thought of you
i lay down on the ground once my cigarette’s out,
looking over to the moon
& elliott smith is playing through my phone,
i’m thinking of you
i’m thinking of how it all reminds me of you
once my head goes numb,
i convince myself of some strength to walk back into the room
with the familiar faces & the vague eyes,
everyone & all of them
but none of you, not even a bit of you
-haider