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?