I run the water cold
Just past my knees
Resting my arms on
The sides of the tub.
And I'm drinking
An old cider. Two days.
To wash the pain of waking
Away. I sigh and sit back
Wondering how I got here
And how the answer
Is always you.
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
