liquor ☆ [pjm + myg]

三十二

it almost seems like,

we're creeping circles,

over and over again,

when he walks through the door,

sweet eyes,

and swollen lips,

acting like nothing happened,

but i don't know,

what to think,

when you make love,

only to leave again,

like it was all a dream,

but i guess,

you're not living in reality.