dear, aaron.
i'm fine.
i feel better.
i've recovered.
alcohol helped me,
when no one else did.
i still miss you,
even after 4 shots.
dang it, aaron.
how many shots does it takes to forget you?
–m.
YOU ARE READING
labirinthine
Poetry❝you and your nebulous lies, it's sempiternal.❞ [poetic-ish letters.] #660 in poetry
