Blurry eyes, cloudy memories.
Last night was more beautiful than I could ever imagine, will ever admit.
Words carefully strung together with long pauses in-between and it’s painfully obvious that I’ve never been good at small talk but you’re still here.
Music I’m not afraid to share, music I haven’t changed in over a year.
The number of times it’s occurred to me that I haven’t been kissed since December, that it’s been my choice, that I’m no longer afraid to speak up, say no.
Weak and vulnerable but sober, always the most sober.
Screaming that I want to fall in love but screaming to deaf ears, no ears (but my own) and I’ve fully exhausted myself.
I fall asleep anywhere, everywhere.
