I’m sorry guys. I’ve been awful at blogging lately. I’ve been self destructing. I do this every summer. I go out, get intoxicated, go to an after party, get more intoxicated, then maybe sex. It’s a vicious cycle and I am the needle in the middle making everything spin. I’ll try and blog a hundred times tomorrow. Bye now.
The sorest part of you and this are my fingers. Writing you down until they bleed. I need you to know.
Your name is everywhere.
When you took that knife and cut me into your ring finger, I haven’t escaped. I’m afraid I never will.
You’re a curse. Something happened when you first locked eyes with me. Disguising itself as love but.
You tell me where to go from here if I’m not going with you. You please tell me how to get there. I don’t have a clue. You and I aren’t old news.
We never gave the feeling a chance to breathe with hateful words written all over the walls in your bedroom have never felt so close. I have never felt so closed as when I sat inside your closet with my knees up to my chin.
I couldn’t breathe.
You held me like I was leaving like I could ever leave you. I don’t have the strength.
So you’re happy and you’re going with this new love to a new state and I’m drunk.
