it's 1 in the morning
and i'm laying in bed,
all these memories begin
to flash through my head.
a tear escapes and falls
down my cheek,
you've always made me feel
so weak.
all i seem to do is think of you,
and i can't help but wonder if you
still think of me too.
YOU ARE READING
Drunk Girls Don't Cry
PoesíaI'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.'
