3:17am || Brad Simpson

3:17

that was the exact moment the vodka and fruit punch covered words fell out of his mouth,
he tried to scoop them back up as fast as they came out.

Loving him was as like drowning and I wasn't
even trying to bring myself back to the surface.

I started to stumble upon the the syllables he
let slip out not even a second ago.

"save it" his voice croaked.

I felt myself shaking my head and letting the same intoxicated words set my mouth on fire the minute they left it.