You stumbled towards me, lopsidedly grinning.
Your laugh held no humour, your hands held no comfort.
Glassy eyes looked me up and down.
This isn't you. Why do you keep retreating into this person?
How much...did you drink?
-you didn't mean to hurt me
YOU ARE READING
You | Poetry
Poetry"why are all my poems about you?" {highest is #3 in poetry} {cover by @wallflower_r} {completed}
