Teardrops and Tequila

muddy livers

I maturity washed out my muddy liver, and with this my eyes have layered colour in a world that I once thought was so black and white.

love would be embracing the world I was once in

before is was given life.

a lesson I have come to now understand but may never experience.

because I was too caught up in my own high

to see that I wasn't level headed.

the higher I got the deeper I dug my grave.

and I dug and dug until my shovel was almost as broken as I was. unable to love myself let alone anyone else.