What am I?

The way I feel when I use him. I guess I could say he takes my pain away, in a indirect, foreshadowing death sort of way.

cool. but warm.

white and skinny....

basic.....and extremely complex.

 you could call him my best friend, but only socially.

I cant take him everywhere....

But I like to take him with me to delicious meals, because he always makes them so much better after.

People get so sensitive wrapped in his undeniable company.

so easily can he be replaced, but when I drag him next to me, he feels irreplaceable.

My parents judge me whenever we chill.

but its no denying the feeling, that he gives me... especially on those days when my boss has pissed me off... I'm beyond pissy drunk at some club....or some other emotional roller coaster.

Still he stinks.

My mom can smell him on my clothes, hair, and breath.

I guess in some ways, I might be a little ashamed of our relationship.

Spraying some air fresher in my car to hide the lingering smell of our hook up.

Since I throw him to the side, when I think someone may turn up a nose.

Maybe its because I know its wrong?

in a indirect, foreshadowing death sort of way.