bedroom

i imagine kissing other boys
knowing the taste won't be the same
they are only imaginations.

i bite my tongue until it hurts too much
to speak
and i keep my thoughts inside of me
knowing that's the best solution

my thoughts will give the world a migraine.
i try to sleep but
i can't
so i drink and
consume and pull myself
up to a different high
until i am numb to
reality

and allow dreams that have
long died
to plague my mind

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