This heart is a thousand years old, he isn't like other people. Yesterday you decided to shed light on him,

This heart is a thousand years old, he isn't like other people. Yesterday you decided to shed light on him, but spilled only dry wine on a grey oversize hoodie. Then you smoked in your sleep, on the sly, so no one would see — no smoke, but the eyes blaze in fire, You do know how darkness hates fire. All he did was break your life, when he cooked the dinner himself, overdoing the pepper, as always. You wanted to hurl at him the saucer he drank his earthy pu-erh from, but you smiled back instead, deciding by morning to break his heart.