remember the day we were at the park,
swinging on the swings high in the dark,
you asked me what scares me,
what makes me run and i said,
"attachment, falling for someone."
you stopped swinging and got in front of me,
piercing me with your eyes,
"promise me, don't stop, i'll follow if you run."
you held my hands in yours and begged me
to trust you, to give you my all without pushing you away and the only response i could utter was a simple,
"okay."
YOU ARE READING
Drunk Girls Don't Cry
Thơ caI'd rather drown myself in shots of tequila and glasses of wine than pick up the phone and say 'hey baby, I'm not fine.'
