Five Poems Found Scribbled in My Early Emo Diaries – Number One: "Untitled"

It's two in the morning and I drive by your house,
The lights are out and I can't knock on your window.
 
As the cherry of my cigarette goes out,
I think it’s the end of our friendship.
 
Can I light another?
Can I light another?
 
I drive away and place the unlit butt in my mouth,
Wishing this cigarette was your lips.
 
I can't touch them anymore.
I can't touch them anymore.
 
While driving home,
I hit more red lights than usual.
 
Can I light another?
 
I'm so tired.
I'm so tired.