Dear woman, I understand that sometimes we fall to our lowest but you can't keep chasing lonely with alcohol. Vodka can't love you. You're just numbing yourself, preventing you from feeling anything. I know it's the pain you're trying to avoid. But being numb makes you forget how to feel love too. You say you didn't forget, that you've never felt it.
But, Dear woman I love you. Why can't you see that? Yes, I understand I came to early. Yes, I understand I wasn't apart of the plan. Yes, I understand that I wasn't ideal. But, dear woman, if this life were constellations Id be the sun and you'd be the moon. Don't you understand that I kill myself each night to let you live?
But, Dear mom, who lets me live?
