lord, forgive me,
i find myself in this position once again,
glass in hand,
cradling it as though it is my most precious possession,
things are a little blurry,
i'm feeling a little jaded,
i know i said i'd cut down on the drinking,
but this girl,
she really has me thinking.
i know i said i wouldn't attempt love again,
not after i got hurt,
no heart to wear on my sleeve from the damage,
but she's something else,
she's beautiful and enlightening.
or maybe i'm just fucked up,
fucked in the head,
still hung up on the words that she said,
falling victim to manipulation once again,
or maybe i'm not.
i'm praying to find the answers at the bottom of this glass,
lord, forgive me,
cut me some slack.
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Loss
Поэзия"my ears are ringing from the words that you've said, 'let me go, let me go!', but i fucking love you so." A poetry collection, containing strong language, based on the themes of grieving and loss. The poems are influenced by mental health issues an...
