There she is,
sobbing on the floor,
herself in love.
She lies,
keeping her sanity on a check.
She is my bottle of sadness,
dancing with my insecurities,
pulling my anxiety triggers.
She will kiss my wounds,
And
it won’t matter.
V
There she is,
sobbing on the floor,
herself in love.
She lies,
keeping her sanity on a check.
She is my bottle of sadness,
dancing with my insecurities,
pulling my anxiety triggers.
She will kiss my wounds,
And
it won’t matter.
V
