the first time i met her,
was way before you and i had started our thing.
it was at one of your gigs
and i was planted upon her stool,
i didn’t realize her name was written in invisible ink.
in a way i felt bad for having something for you
because i could see the way her eyes melted
when you walked into the room;
but then she lashed out and called me a hoe,
and when her fingers gripped my hair
i instantly didn’t regret a thing that would happen
between me and you.
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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'.
