I smoked pot and he smoked cigarettes
And we always had something to say about the other one’s habit
Because I used drugs to hide from my pain, and he used cancer to ease his stress

But he got a vape and I turned to drinking because I didn’t want to disappoint anyone
And I saw him fly high with the rings he would create with the faux smoke
While I drowned deeper into the bottle of vodka

And instead of cancer I was giving myself liver failure
And instead of hiding he was joining a culture

And while his emotions returned to him with every puff
Mine ran away with every sip

And while cigarettes are more addictive than pot
I caught myself wondering who the true addict was

Because he vaped in his truck, and I drank in my room
But each time the pipe got passed in my direction it was always harder to say no than the time before

And while he made a name for himself
I continued to be a disappointment

But yet, he still loved me… (via happily-fucked-up-ever-after)