it feels like broken glass.
here she sits. two bloody mary's. six shots of vodka. 3 hours later. doesn't remember how to spell. i don't think my heart can take you on. tennessee accent pushing on my sex. the letter b tattooed on my stomach. i still want you. this is my thursday. dressed like that. i dreamt of breathing down your back. i'm still here.
fuckin write me. i don't taste that bad. except for the blood dripping down my right thigh....
here she sits. two bloody mary's. six shots of vodka. 3 hours later. doesn't remember how to spell. i don't think my heart can take you on. tennessee accent pushing on my sex. the letter b tattooed on my stomach. i still want you. this is my thursday. dressed like that. i dreamt of breathing down your back. i'm still here.
fuckin write me. i don't taste that bad. except for the blood dripping down my right thigh....
VIEW 17 of 17 COMMENTS
and I say that with complete conviction and honesty. I can always relate to what you are writing even if it seems completely irrelevant to anything I am going through.
I hope you are happy. I hope someone is making you happy. that is what I hope.