Mutual attraction. Shit happens. We tried to uh subtract the attraction. To kind of attack the attraction. To keep what happened from happening while all the while making it harder to fathom how two completely different individuals could want someone like this to have them. That’s us.
You and I.
Black and white.
Stoner and judge.
The one who’s ready and the one who won’t budge.
I love you. I’m not afraid to say it. Not afraid to spray it. To let it radiate from me and give me an aura that makes you understand why I so desperately desire to be your man. To be that guy that you lean your head on when you’re tired. That you yourself desire. That makes something inside you come alive. A fire.
Cannabis talks quite often but it doesn’t speak for me now.
It doesn’t cloud with its clouds my judgment.
It, like you, makes me smile.
And yet you look at me with a frown.
As if what I say to you isn’t the truth or is a lie. Or that it is a product of the high and trust me baby I wouldn’t doubt it. I wouldn’t put anything past it. The herb is strong and it’s influence likewise. Look into these red eyes and see that this isn’t a guise. This isn’t false pretense. This isn’t a ruse. This is what I had to say to you and what I want you to know is true.
Like I said before, I love you.
And I didn’t always know that.
I held my heart back,
For fear of another heart attack.
Truth is, she made a mess of that. She left it in shambles and left me a man who rambles when asked about that.
Yeah she got me bad. Karma will get her better.
Back to you though.
Read this and know you’re my treasure.
The girl of my dreams to whom I address this love letter.
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