my room is too small to drink myself numb in,
my heart too sober to fall drunk in love
my cup stays filled with depression,
my dreams poured as a chaser
my love stick isn't what I lean on
my way through love's wild forest —
my lips are blue from my last good kiss
my tongue doesn't slice the subtle lie of
“i love you,”
my skin hasn't felt weird letting someone in;
my inner freak is quiet and reserved now
my veins won’t skip a heartbeat, _untouched_
my phone doesn’t kiss my eyes liking her pics
my reason to fall in love has fallen away from
me, but I still kept the receipts