Frank stepped into the dark, empty space scattered with those who choose to drown their sorrows alone in a bar with no questions asked. The décor is cheap and so is the drink, designed to get you drunk and forget, not really focusing on taste. Frank’s heart fluttered a little as he spotted the youngest of the men slouched at the bar, his dark hair ( Read more... )

Awake and Sober, not your type.

I'm sobering up
I'm shivering now
My head is aching
and I'm reaching out.
I find you there, just as cold.
I stretch out to you,
you turn away,
in time with my heart.

I'm awake, don't wanna be
I'm awake, so you'll stand up and leave

I look around to see you there
my eyes focus in but trying not to stare
you've zipped up your ( Read more... )