your sentimental hands grasped my shattered heart,
you cut the airways with memories that break me when breathing.
you took me places for the sake of nostalgia…
but passing by those places is more like a wave of cold-hearted, worn out love.
those hands I swear have been everywhere and when I explore my body I can still feel the indents of new but old adventures.
taking me in then kicking me out.
the effects of drugs and alcohol mixed leads to hallucinations
you were on my mind but it wasn’t you,
I’m sorry.
About the Creator
Alecia Bornt
A lot has happened, and I’ve written it all down. I have grown, put myself back together. Here is my place to share it.
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