you walked away from a pointless situation.
i crumbled at your feet with a hurt and broken combination.
you do it over and over.
but i'm too high on the image of you that i am not sober.
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetrywritten poems that my heart whispered to my broken hands as they typed at eerie hours of the night.
high
you walked away from a pointless situation.
i crumbled at your feet with a hurt and broken combination.
you do it over and over.
but i'm too high on the image of you that i am not sober.