I threw up. He held my hair for me.
"I'm really drunk."
He pulled me into his chest, sitting on the his bathroom floor.
Everything was dis taunted though I saw him clearly.
"You okay beautiful." His chin rested on my shoulder as his thumbs made shapes into my arm.
I nodded and smiled as we sat there in silence.
"I'm not sure if I'm drunk on alcohol or your love."
~Hannah
YOU ARE READING
Better Off Said.
PoetryA book of quotes and poems I've made. The smiles and tears. Throughout the years. I pore my mind into this book. For your eyes to take a look. Stories of just a teenager. Hurt. Pain. Trauma. Love. What life has for all of us.
