The cold of London is forgotten in the glow of a lighter,
It is all you do to kill the grey,
Numb at the tips and you flick it right up,
And a dead man they say,
as you get High another day,
Just a drag to a smile, its chocolate.
Just a dab you use it,
Get high to get calm,
Paranoia but you do it,
Sweet lies its all like chocolate
You and your friends call it chocolate,
The lyrics of the song called it fate,
Roll up and strum the strings, chocolate to forget,
Dead inside and sad soaked futile hate,
You bite her lips, taste like wine and chocolate,
You call it chocolate, just a lie; you dead?
Your lungs they take it in like a friend,
Your heart breaks again, remember why you like it?
She broke your heart so you broke your head,
Bent with drags of chocolate, loved her but she didn’t know,
Bite your lips, light it up and inhale your fate
Inspired by the 1975 chocolate and my own addiction and self destruction
So this maybe got sort of wildly away from me. This is entirely the result of watching back-to-back-to-back episodes of Property Brothers in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep.
It was really only meant to be the first paragraph, which was the au idea, but then thoughts and feelings exploded everywhere and I ended up with nearly 2k words of 2am ramblings? And, well, I figured they were written, so I might as well share them as is, because the chances of them being polished into proper fic is pretty remote.
but where is the AU where, after Jack and Kent are back on good terms and
Bitty’s gotten over his grudge, Kent Parson buys a house next to the Property
Brothers house and Bitty finds out and DMs him and is like “!!!! I’m camping
out in your upstairs living room for reasons.”
upstairs living, of course, looks right over the neighbors’ pool.