Hazy Trees Cloud My Memories (Part I)

Truth is… I am jealous of her. The way her presence alone, makes his frowns turn upside down. He caresses her. With his finger tips he spreads her apart, and even if I wanted to interrupt, I would be too afraid to make a sound. He looks into her. Green eyes that never leave his side. And he inhales so profound. Gently, I watch him as he lays her down. He prefers her. I watch his tongue meet her sides, to keep her tight, and he rolls her around. I just close my eyes, and imagine I am the only one for now. He makes love to her. And just like when we do, I watch him smile, inhale, exhale, and count down the minutes to the next round.

She doesn’t speak, or fight to understand, like me. She doesn’t stay around forever; she comes around and leaves. She opens up and spreads her inner beauty, sharing her identity. She makes it difficult for him to breathe normally. She shortens the expansion of his memory. Making him think that she is a necessity, a dependent, and a routine. And even though he loves me dearly, I open my eyes and face reality. She is still there killing him slowly, and I can’t count on eternity.

I am jealous of her. A plant that grows beautifully. The hazy trees that cloud my memories. Another day, another call is made, And he gets his daily dose of medicine, unfortunately. I am the middle man, the third wheel, in this catastrophe of feeling lonely. Word around the streets is, that she eases a lot of lonely hearts, and takes you to a world that has no worries. When will I get the opportunity? To comfort the man that is my addiction, dose of happiness, and comforts me, like she does he? I am not asking you to leave weed. Just asking to love me, more than you love her, and let me take you higher than she can, on a daily; what’s the possibility?