Poison runs through your veins
as you swallow the last drop of your alcohol,
trying to forget
how you use to be
so inlove with a woman
who held demons within her brain,
and no matter how much poison you swallowed
you could never forget her the next following day.
she was the real drug
that you always loved
and desired to have.
YOU ARE READING
A Book For Him.
RandomJust a book full of poems about a boy that I'm madly inlove with who loves me,well use to I'm not sure if he does anymore
