The dirty secret

September 18, 2014 · by · in alcohol, anger, anget, bitter, hate, life, love, music, poetry, searching, SZA, tattoos, the weeknd, travel, Uncategorized, written word · Leave a comment

Please forget the time we spent together. I woke up hating you instead of me and I will miss your tragedy but I opened the floodgates to hell so at least when you break down my doors again I wont be sleeping alone. You were my only spark. My favourite lie. We’ve shared too much.

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