the taste of the burning alcohol on your lips,
it doesn't burn as bad as i hoped it would
i could feel your every breath against my cheek
i held you tighter hoping you'd beg for just one more day
i wiped the tears off your chiseled face
hoping the tenderness of it all made you stay
the alcohol took over your body flowing through your blood stream straight into mine
our hearts beat together filling the empty spaces with all the words we couldn't say
i turned the pages you showed me hoping i could read between the lines and get it all just right
i showed you my pages hoping you'd do the same
but here we are with all the space
and no lines left to be read
YOU ARE READING
empty spaces
Poetryshe/her i've been trying to grow into my own person and be who i need to be for myself, it's been hard work but everything has been worth it. my writing continues to be a look into my life, the parts i'm always too scared to show the world. i don't...
