"I had always wanted a guy from a band. One who could play guitar and cry. Thats how you were at first. You were so deep, so passionate, so romantic.
At last the lies rolled off your tongue stronger than the scent of all the whiskey.
Track marks on your arms and scattered needles. Empty whiskey bottles and broken promises.
You broke me when you broke yourself. You became someone I didnt know. Someone I couldn't love.
But still, you're like an addiction. Once you shake it, you still crave it, and its so easy to fall back into."
Pep
6-25-20
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Poems From The Soul
PuisiThese are poems I have written about things that have happened to inspire me. Things that make me truly full of joy.
