Poems and excerpts from books I probably won't write.

Beer bottles and bad decisions

Don't you dare say I broke you when piece of my heart are still lying in the floor like a broken beer bottle slipping carelessly from your rough hands. How dare you say to open up more when you have already torn through my body as if you were searching for an answer to a question I had never been given the permission to answer. How dare you demand that I give ecstasy  with my touch while you simultaneously make me crave for your own
-AlR