1259; the phone rang, I felt alive reading your name flash on the screen then,
the words dripped out of your drunken lips like honey;
I don't love you anymore
bittersweet
the sweet tone of your deadly words rang through my ears so loud I wanted to die.
1259; the phone rang. I felt alive reading your name flash on the screen then, the bittersweet words that fell out of your perfect mouth left me deadly.
-I don't love you anymore
(or I never did.)
YOU ARE READING
12:59
Poetrylost thoughts hoping to find a home on paper. (And with that she found her worth was more then a feeling) **new to this whole writing thing. **the feedback means the most xxx ***if you ever need to talk my inbox is open:)
