i'm hitting the 3am mark again
on the good high,
the middle ground between tipsy and drunk
but alcohol is a danger to my perception
i mistake your lust for love,
your touch for care
when the light resurfaces,
so do my flaws;
new bruises on my legs
fading marks on my neck
but when the light resurfaces,
so does my rationality
i become a bundle of nerves again
regrets choke my throat and blur my vision
words can barely form in my mind now,
let alone the feelings in my heart
wasn't i merely another piece of plastic to you?
i cry for the trust i placed in you but it's no use,
all i know is i'm left wondering
when will my life begin?
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC
i'm hitting the 3am mark again
on the good high,
the middle ground between tipsy and drunk
but alcohol is a danger to my perception
i mistake your lust for love,
your touch for care
when the light resurfaces,
so do my flaws;
new bruises on my legs
fading marks on my neck
but when the light resurfaces,
so does my rationality
i become a bundle of nerves again
regrets choke my throat and blur my vision
words can barely form in my mind now,
let alone the feelings in my heart
wasn't i merely another piece of plastic to you?
i cry for the trust i placed in you but it's no use,
all i know is i'm left wondering
when will my life begin?
this one is for all my bad decisions / most of which are people
