High--

on life...

I used to have this wish

That every girl that I kissed

Would come to level out my highs and lows

And make my brain alright-

But as the names keep piling higher

And my throat keeps getting tighter

I’ve become afraid of who I am inside

And I’ve forgotten most of them

 

I’m not proud of who I am

But don’t say I didn’t warn you-

Reviews

[Calypso]

Good.

love, love, love it.
something about this gets to me.

[.]

I’m not proud of who I am
But don’t say I didn’t warn you-

I so loved this part of your write.
I like the darkness feel of this.
very well written