Once you taste something so sweet, it’s hard to go back to anything else.
Perfection is overrated, although I’m in denial.
I guess I’m just lost, but I’ve been that way for years.
I will never be enough.
I hate how everyone just assumes I’m having the time of my life.
I fucking hate you.
I think it’s time to make a change.
I could barely make out your face, the room was dark.
Your finger’s on my mouth
Shhh
Your hands gripped tight in the arch of my back,
Pulling me in.
My face is close to yours now, I can smell the liquor on your breath.
This is why we can’t hang out
The smell of smoke surrounds us as you take the cigarette from your mouth and exhale.
There is something so pleasant about the cloudy room, and my skin pressed against yours.
You look at me with a distant look, your eyes no longer filled with love as they used to. I kiss you, unwilling to believe how disconnected we’ve become.
The sun is about to rise. With my back to yours , it takes all of me to keep the tears in.
I grab the bottle of Skyy vodka and take a swig. My head pounds from the night before. I need this.
I try to get up, but you grab my naked body with desire. Lust, not love has brought us together again. The passion is gone now, no longer is there a sense of making love, just rough, forsaken sex.
When I walk out the door, I couldn’t help but know this would be the last time.
This is 
