(no subject)
It’s my face vs. the bottle.
It’s the genie at the bottom who I’m sucking at.
He owes me one last wish.
I have a plan. Drink for forty days and forty nights.
A sip for ever second hand risk
I’m without you.
I still taste you…thus I reserve the right to still hate you.
No more about you.
You are gone.
You are done.
Bye Eric.
Love the one who was taught so much better than this,
Christen Henry