the time you spent with me
and the time i spent with you,
they're different.
tell me, how many times did you choose my lips over a bottle?
how many times did you opt for popping a few pills rather than ask me how i was?
how many times
how many times,
nearly every time.
k.h.
YOU ARE READING
the shade of flowers/poetry by k.h.
Poetrythe edge of lucidity, rose tinted glasses and you, my dear.
