I don’t know what it is about the way it tastes in my mouth.
The way it no longer terrifies me, but instead wraps me in a blanket of familiarity as I let myself
fall.
It holds me in a lovers embrace and pulls me to the edge of my limits
just so shove me back into my body in the morning
with a dry mouth and migraine.
Mar 18, 2022
Mar 18, 2022 at 11:01 AM UTC
I don’t know what it is about the way it tastes in my mouth.
The way it no longer terrifies me, but instead wraps me in a blanket of familiarity as I let myself
fall.
It holds me in a lovers embrace and pulls me to the edge of my limits
just so shove me back into my body in the morning
with a dry mouth and migraine.