Drunk and confused
But the lies from his lips and memories of his hands on my hips still haunt my very existence
-in pain
YOU ARE READING
Ballad of an over thinker
PoetryHealing from bad relationships in the form of words. Some might be personal but hopefully this can help someone.
Drunk and Confused
Drunk and confused
But the lies from his lips and memories of his hands on my hips still haunt my very existence
-in pain
