Alcohol tastes better than the thought of you and her
10 word story (L.V.K.)
Alcohol tastes better than the thought of you and her
Perhaps we are just
masochists
chasing the thick aired promise
of perhaps,
the dainty threaded
whisper of chemistry.
It is not a flame and explosion,
but a subtle
slow leak
of sanity,
you and I.
Thin lipped and curled tongues
chasing the three little words
that would break my heart.
yesterday I, for the first time in my life, told a guy I loved him
and guess how it went
fucking horrible
I want a tattoo of the first morning we woke up together. I want the memory to hurt.