Sober
three drinks in
all i crave is the taste of your lips
a few hits in
I type your name in my phone
sober me will hate me later
but I miss you
your touch is what I crave
your touch would leave me breathless
I know what I feel
the love I feel for you is real
but im falling out of love
and damn does that hurt
so one more drink and you'll fade to a memory
Copyright © Kaitlyn Nelson | Year Posted 2021
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