I wouldn't. I couldn't. I shouldn't,
Have. Been so cruel. Heartless. Bitter,
Drunk. And now I've lost it,
The thing that mattered most.
Suicidal secrets.
Haunting self-hate.
Why didn't I just wait?
The nights are the worst,
An insatiable thirst,
For love's sweet tenders.
The voice, the eyes, the smile,
The touch.
I miss it all so fucking much.
