The morning after.
I think back, not just to the previous night, but everything I've ever done, and I hate it.
I hate everything I say, stupid, the ignorance.
I fucking hate myself.
I'm craving the blood, the split second of euphoria,
I think back, not just to the previous night, but everything I've ever done, and I hate it.
I hate everything I say, stupid, the ignorance.
I fucking hate myself.
I'm craving the blood, the split second of euphoria,
how better to express such a putrid abhorrence?
Though, my drunken ability to spill my secrets has found me a friend.
She eats nothing, smokes everything, and is undeniably beautiful.
Oh, I'm imploding.
.
*you* are undeniably beautiful.
ReplyDelete*hugs*
ReplyDeleteyour writing is perfection <3
ReplyDeletedont hate yourself, there is nothing too hate about you
x
The way you write is SO beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYou deserve to love yourself, if only for that reason alone.
But I suspect there are many reasons you should love yourself.
<3 Jenny
a thousand crystal towers...
ReplyDeletea hundred emerald cities...
love xxxx
you're lovely and evocative.
ReplyDeleteyou might hate yourself but i assure you that from this viewpoint, there is much to love about you. try to believe that?
i am literally in love with you siobhan. <3 <3
ReplyDeleteAs many people have said, your writing is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAnd there's probably so many things to love about you.
<3