Saturday 10/01/2016 01:59:00 AM

it hurts. the wound still exhales. i wait for it to heal, but it has different plans.

it's hopelesss. that's the first fall in a series of many.

it happens. the same way everything does. obedient to the flesh. regardless of reason.

the world doesn't end, but it may as well from my perspective.

the catastrophe of love. the lie of devotion. dwindling drugs in a broken syringe.

i was strong until i wasn't. cause that's what you do to me. and then i suddenly found i didn't care about the consequence.

my body churned. in a brutal betrayal of all my defenses.

i'd bled for you before and i welcomed the chance to bleed again.

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