Sep 2015
I'm sad, and angry, and bitter, and very much alone.
I don't trust the words you speak from those plump luscious lips of poison.
Of course, I'd kiss you in a heartbeat.
Then I'd flee.
I don't commit to you.
Her.
Him.
Them.
Life.
**It's easier being free.
I don't trust the words you speak from those plump luscious lips of poison.
Of course, I'd kiss you in a heartbeat.
Then I'd flee.
I don't commit to you.
Her.
Him.
Them.
Life.
**It's easier being free.
That's probably why I feel so alone. I can't be happy ALL the time. But you make me feel more alone than you realise. I'm so sorry.
