I got a lot of things from what we had, good and bad.
Wed end up feeling a little better after that good 10 minutes.
We became each others escape.
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Stories became deeper, more personal.
It was something that makes you wanna puke but in a good way.
Its like being drunk and loving every bit of it, hangover included.
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At that parking lot, I started to find comfort in you.
We started to not just look but feel.
That lame parking lot became a mere witness of how these feelings started to grow.
You taste like cigarette, you told me.
I should have been offended, but I took it as a compliment.
We were each others hope.
We started to be more excited about coming to work despite the loathing.
We started to look forward to every chance we could sneak and make out.
We started smoking less and talking more eager to learn more about each other.
And that time my skeletons and your graves became ours.
We left the parking lot and started to explore places as we explore each other.
We started to show our weaknesses and that only made us even stronger.
…And just like that, we became each others anchor.
We started to be each others strength.
When its your time to weak, its my time to be strong, wed always say.
We started to see this strength we both managed to build for each other.
It was the most assuring every time you tell me we got this.
…Until we were each others challenge.
We both started to feel its becoming a lot of work dealing with each other.
We started yelling at each other, shutting the door to each others faces.
We became so difficult.
The skeletons and graves we dug and accepted became our weapons against each other.
We started using each others past to prove each others points.
We started putting each other down.
…And then we were each others poison.
We stopped talking because nothing good comes out of our mouths whenever we attempt to.
We started to be accusing, manipulative, wanting to be superior over the other.
At that point, we knew that we had worked hard enough, and its time to let go.
And at that same lame parking lot, at 10:25 PM, we shared our last cigarette together.
We still looked into each others eyes but this time eyes on a verge of crying.
We had come to an end.
Until now I would go to that lame parking lot for a smoke break only this time without you.
Its funny how its so familiar yet so different.
I got a lot of things from what we had, good and bad.
And as I took a drag of that cigarette, it was all clear to me.
We are nothing but each others lesson.
