I don't know where I left myself.
It's a blur,
from you to me.
Between tequila shots and
lines of whatever.
Increasingly less noticeable,
indistinct
Killing myself
trying to **** you.
And now only you remain
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
I don't know where I left myself.
It's a blur,
from you to me.
Between tequila shots and
lines of whatever.
Increasingly less noticeable,
indistinct
Killing myself
trying to **** you.
And now only you remain
