Being in love feels a lot like being drunk. Everything feels okay and there's nothing to worry about in the moment. It seems as though anything can make you smile or laugh even if there's no reason for it. You sleep easier feeling the way you do. Sometimes you'll wake up with a pounding headache and a stomach full of flutters. Other times you'll drink so much you can't even remember your name. God, it's such a great feeling. Being sober on the other hand, isn't as great of a feeling just like not being in love isn't always such a great feeling either. Maybe once I sobered up, I realized I really wasn't in love with you. I was in love with the feelings you gave me.

B.S.

He liked the chase, so I ran as far as I  could, hoping that he would never catch me, but he did. I decided to chase him back, but I don't think he was all for the game of tag. Once I caught up to him, he already had his arms wrapped around another girl's waist with his lips pressed against her neck.


B.S.

Your kisses feel
like waves
and I want
to swim on
your tongue*



B.S.

Don't cry out his
name
when you're
drowning
because he's the
one who
pushed
you down below the
surface
in the first
place.*



B.S.

I wish someone could have warned me about this astrological being that would change my entire world. I wish someone could have warned me about those calloused hands that have held an inconceivable amount of ***** bottles which he used to repel the voices whispering inside his head. I wish someone could have warned me about those tired, blue eyes that have seen the most unthinkable things which he wishes he could erase from his memory, but the horrid thoughts of his past keep replaying over and over in his mind. I wish someone could have warned me about his bitter tongue that spoke more lies than truths.  I wish someone could have warned me about those cigarette kissed lips that would soon have me addicted to their nicotine.I wish I could quit, but I crave them more and more as the hours drag on. I wish someone could have warned me about how his ears have heard the slam of the door when his own mother left him behind with his ******* father. I wish someone could have warned me about how horrifying his thoughts were that even I couldn't drag him out of the sea of horrible memories. I wish someone could have warned me that I would have fallen so deeply in love with this person that I wouldn't know what to do with myself when I lost him.


B.S.