you swore and said we are not

we are not shining stars

this i know

i never said we are

waiting on the street, his makeup ruined and shining under the street lamp. and he's laughing about something but i can't remember what.

there were no cabs, maybe i had to walk. maybe he did too, but he wasn't worried about it. he was still laughing.

and when he smiled it was warm, like alcohol slowly seeping through my veins. i'd had enough to drink that night, but i couldn't mind being around him.

and then he looked at me and said "life is shit."

but he was still smiling.

"so whenever life is shit I want you to call me."

and then turned me towards me street and left.