9:40 pm
it was just deep enough for me to feel it.
the pain, the memories and flashbacks.
but it wasn't deep enough to kill me, for - im staying.
for one reason, and one reason only.
it slowly seeps out and onto onto the water, that eventually turns a light pink and washes down the drain. it stings. it stings so much, but at the same time; it makes me feel alive. to see the red milk coming out, means im still living. even if i dont want to be, i am.
for you...only for you.
YOU ARE READING
intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
