it's been so long since i've had a sip of you
my mind is turning into an art gallery
of your lips, your lips, your lips.
i've never felt better without you,
but for some reason everything leads back to you.
the feeling of sadness is recurring,
and only you can push me to the edge.
YOU ARE READING
2 am
Подростковая литератураi sat on my desk until 2 am turning words into art and the blood from my mouth turned into ink.
