I feel my heart breaking, it’s cracking down the middle. I see my self numbing, loosing feeling. I need hope before I don’t have a heart at all.
A shitty poem by me. I wrote this a long time ago. It’s called “he took me to cloud 9 & dragged me to hell.” he took me to cloud nine & then dragged me to hell. he came a little early, i was very rushed. he left early, i felt empty. we tease. a lot. we push, we hit and sometimes we bite. then we kiss. and drink. we tumble. and we smoke. drink some more. smoke our...
Trust is a routine.