shock consumed me
when i woke in your bed.
i wanted out.
i didn’t want to be
sprawled across your bed
when you woke.
you were drunk when
you asked me to stay,
hell you didn’t even say ‘stay’,
you’re actions spoke for you.
but that was drunk you
speaking and now you’ll
be sober,
so who knows what sober
you would think if
you opened your eyes
and saw me next
to you
instead of the she,
who captured you in your
dreams.
but no matter how
much i tried to run and hide
i just couldn’t slip away
from your
grasp.
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Intoxicated
RomanceA boy, a girl, and a bottle of booze. © tilmorning. The third installment, following the stories 'something' & 'where we fell'.
