I woke up with my head pounding, the room was spinning and my mouth so dry
one sip of her last night put me on a bender, took me for a wild ride
I don't even recognize who I am, did I change or am I still the same me
My stomach is doing backflips, the more I think about last night the more queasy I get
She's lying next to me with nothing but her hoodie on
What will my parents think when they find out, I'm so nervous they'll disown me
I remember getting close to her, my palms sweating as our hands interlocked.
I pressed my lips against hers and took my first sip of her celestial body, and from there my addiction began
I craved more all night, I was drunk of her body and longing for her love
my bender led me straight to this bed, room spinning head pounding
is this a hangover or the fear of getting caught, for now she's a secret I hide from my parents
they say you shouldn't drink alone, but I wouldn't mind another sip of her.
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gas station flowers
Poetrycoming of age poetry by a queer young adult writer. navigating relationships and the coming out process. peak inside the mind of a young woman with a mental illness.
