digging my own.

he thinks it's easier to take just one more,
to live on the side beside the ride
and never really pay.
but it's payback or pay up and neither can afford
to lose what has been lost
ten thousand times before.
right?
he takes a light
and the smoke it's so damn beautiful,
bruised vision and night-light eyes.
he wants to fall into the orange glow
he wants to grow.
it's so easy to take just one more.
the fire's burning,
he remembers s'mores.
things from years ago.
it seems like ages but he knows that he has
never really
grown.