Darling,
The butterflies in my stomach are gone
the hennessey burned them
while trying to get rid of
the images of you with he
I possibly ruined my-fucking-self
The tears burn
I had a bottle &
took a swig
feeling the burning sensation
I'm killing myself for you
dont you get it?
my love for you is killing
me
But darling,
you're love for her
is killing me
more
YOU ARE READING
Darling
PoetryDarling, Your small smile can light up a whole town but, she stole that smile away from you & replaced it with pain.
