JV

It wasn’t really ever me but you were my best friend. You brought me to a phish concert my tan legs on your windshield, peach skirt, the image never left my brain. Lottery tickets littered the floor as you smoked camels in your silver car. I can’t believe our love could have caused so much pain at such a young age. But I really loved him it was never you and that broke you. But it was always someone I wasn’t special but you feel special to me.