Teardrops and Tequila

this isn't a love poem

I approached this with an open mind just to find an open wound

I told myself to never write about love

I told myself to stick to what I know

But the more I learn, the more I learn how much I don't know

He says that he won't hurt me but I still check to see how long the knife is

I have hurt in my blood and pain in my bones

In the morning these blinds will cast shadows like jail bars and I'll still be stuck in my own head