I suppose I still love you,
trigger warning: addiction
I’m in a hazenumbing me downloosening me outkeeping me sane
A poem
Counterfeit coinsIce and liquor3 years clean laterThe liquorice slingerBitter not sweetStill…
You never quite forget the first guy you ride,
They found you all hiss and spit down by the rail track, and still, weeks later you cower,a rumbling train…
The life I lead — Or is it “led”? A trotting steed — Where did it tread?
…
you make mesoften