three a.m. tequila
I think about:
— all the times my mind said there's definitely something wrong but in reality, there wasn't.
And
— all the relationships I ruined and bridges I burned believing it.
YOU ARE READING
moonlit wounds and words (you are celestial #1)
Poetrywhen the blazing sun sets and i'm alone with my mind, when the stars start to shine and the wounds ache with rhymes, a pen in one hand the other clutching my heart, this is how the tears evolve, the way i bleed, and the pain dissolves a collection o...
