Midnight. 

It's late, and I'm still thinking about you. I am addicted to you. ​"I am addicted. She is my bottle of vodka. She is my cookie crumbs. She is the eighth colour of my rainbow. The colour that's everywhere, Except inside the rainbow. She is my three A.M. The three A.M. pain I write about, … Continue reading Midnight. 

A list of things about her.

This is probably the shortest poem I've written so far, but I really liked the concept and wanted to do it. I hope you enjoy this and share it! Here is a list of things she smelled of: Sunlight. Beginnings. Expensive perfume. Hot chocolate. Feelings. and a list of things she looked like: A crisp … Continue reading A list of things about her.

Sober.

Alcohol makes me drunk. You make me sober. Give me prompts in the comments section below! Enjoy reading. Despite being six vodka shots down, I was sober as I called you. It isn't possible to drunk-dial you, Because you are like a good night's sleep. Just the thought of you slows down my heart-beat, and … Continue reading Sober.

Whisky Words: Project (6)

This is Submission SIX of The Whisky Words. The Whisky Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner has been announced. Him His white shirt, His deep blue jeans, His disheveled good hair, And a smile so sweet; He had me at 'Hi' Oh, how he knew it, I was falling, He pushed … Continue reading Whisky Words: Project (6)

11:11s.

There are some things that bother me every night after 2 AM, after I listen to music with lyrics that do nothing except reminding me that you'll never be mine. It bothers me that I'll never love someone this way ever again. Love changes everyday, and it bothers me that you'll never be my constant. … Continue reading 11:11s.