Bruises scatter my legs
from falling over at the bar.
My throat burns dry
from tequila shots with strange boys.
My lips are swollen sore
from stealing kisses on the dance floor,
but my heart hurts the hardest
because I would rather have spent my night with you.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
Bruises scatter my legs
from falling over at the bar.
My throat burns dry
from tequila shots with strange boys.
My lips are swollen sore
from stealing kisses on the dance floor,
but my heart hurts the hardest
because I would rather have spent my night with you.
