Cloves are for sharing

If I were to paint the insides of my body
I'd use black and blue
they're the saddest colors.
I drove myself to the grave yard and
I smoked a clove all by myself
I don't even like to smoke whole cigs,
but I felt it to be necessary.
I miss my best friend.
She just got a job
at the tanning salon.
She's the only person
that I would want to share my clove with,
but she was working.
It's such a beautiful day out,
but I'm so sad.
I was going to write at the grave yard,
but I left my journal on my bed.
I grabbed a napkin from my glove box
and picked up my pen,
but it was out of ink.
I torn the napkin into shreds and put it back
in the glove box.
I listened to my freshly updated ipod
and finished my cig.
I threw it out the window
still lit
I was hoping for it to catch the grass on fire,
but it just sat there
doing nothing
just like me.
I drove home.