i feel like when i speak to you, my heart breaks with every half breathe.
hence why i can't speak to you ever day like before, and i necked two bottles of wine after yesterday's conversation and sat in an icey bath for like, three hours pretending to be dead, and writing more often than I drew a suffering breathe.
hence why i can't speak to you ever day like before, and i necked two bottles of wine after yesterday's conversation and sat in an icey bath for like, three hours pretending to be dead, and writing more often than I drew a suffering breathe.
