Unedited~Untitled~Free Flow

We stumble around the dance floor,

drinking up every sip of encouragement

we could

His soft hands

brush against my lips

I know exactly what he wants

It's the same routine

we fight and then fuck

this shit gets old

I inhale, wishing I have enough liquid courage in me

enough to tell him I don't want to be touched

I want him, but I'm tired of fucking

I want to know what's on his mind

What takes up space in his fucking brain

damn

is it so hard to talk to me?

If these walls could speak

it would be more than

you ever did

It's the same thing day after day

Smoke, drink, fight, fuck

I want more

you deserve more

we deserve so much more

I hope you finally found your more,

I hope you left that dance floor

the one where you danced around

the truth, hid behind the excuses

I now carry with me a heavy debt of instability

I am rebuilding, becoming

more than just a fuck

more than wasted time

spent on you

on them

on every fuck that has left me feeling

WASTED, DRUNK,

absent minded, lack of enlightenment

used and excused

I'm done with the abuse

the self harm excuse

I hide in you