
itβs four in the morning
and could be iβm drunk and gone to the world
but i donβt think booze is the reason i’m
coming apart at all
no, itβs something to do with these bones of mine
and how they donβt belong
not anchored nor attached to anything
or anyone
i exist in my own state
in a place thatβs far from
those that would have me become the same
itβs four in the morning
and iβm a drunk thatβs lost a bet with life
but iβm not sad
just bummed out that before i know
it
it will happen all over again
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