Killer Girl

You sit there so gracefully, your
hair is falling down your face
just right, in the same way,shape,
and form as IT always does.
you pull out your pack of
Marlboro red's and take one
cigarette out, leaving your lucky sit there and patiently wait. Lighting up with the same lighter you've used for every cigarette, the browns and oranges mix together when you flick up the flame, they blend just right like Novembers leaves flying from tree's painting the grass, staining the cement with it's patterned shapes to be left there until the rain of my tears wash it away. I watch you take your last few drags on that same old park bench that you are always on. I observe you and come to realize we finally have something in common

We are alone

*Sucks I know wrote it in creative writing because i was bored comment please.