dearest, m.
haven't written you a letter so here's one.
i'm in my room,
drinking.
i know you won't like this,
even i do too.
i'm doing this to hopefully forget you.
i mean, of course it won't work.
i just need to get you off my mind.
i don't even like the taste of alcohol.
goddamn it, m.
the things you make me do.
–a.
YOU ARE READING
labirinthine
Poetry❝you and your nebulous lies, it's sempiternal.❞ [poetic-ish letters.] #660 in poetry
