he only loves me when he’s drunk and I know that is wrong but i cannot stop my hand from pouring the bottle
and maybe if I wasn't so afraid of being alone I would not answer his 3 am call
perhaps if I could feel his skin against mine one more time the numbness would go away forever.
his kisses taste like raspberry ***** but that’s not why I get drunk off him
there is something intoxicating in the way he slurs my name
beckoning me to his dark silhouette
as his nose is pressed against mine his hot breath fans over my lips
“i love you”
and in that moment I forget that he is on drink number 23
in that moment I cannot remember the taste of the tears spilled over him
I cannot remember the decibel his voice hits when he’s had too much and the dog is giving him that look of disappointment and the the TV is too bright
when he kisses me I forget the time he forgot my birthday and the temperature of his hands when he leads me upstairs
there is something in the way he holds me that gets me drunk off him, but he only loves me when he’s drunk
and maybe one day i’ll love myself enough to not need his love
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
he only loves me when he’s drunk and I know that is wrong but i cannot stop my hand from pouring the bottle
and maybe if I wasn't so afraid of being alone I would not answer his 3 am call
perhaps if I could feel his skin against mine one more time the numbness would go away forever.
his kisses taste like raspberry ***** but that’s not why I get drunk off him
there is something intoxicating in the way he slurs my name
beckoning me to his dark silhouette
as his nose is pressed against mine his hot breath fans over my lips
“i love you”
and in that moment I forget that he is on drink number 23
in that moment I cannot remember the taste of the tears spilled over him
I cannot remember the decibel his voice hits when he’s had too much and the dog is giving him that look of disappointment and the the TV is too bright
when he kisses me I forget the time he forgot my birthday and the temperature of his hands when he leads me upstairs
there is something in the way he holds me that gets me drunk off him, but he only loves me when he’s drunk
and maybe one day i’ll love myself enough to not need his love
