10 April

Why am I not good enough for him? What more does he want from me? 

What more does the world want from me?

Some people get drunk on love. That's not the case for us. We get drunk to trying and taste love. 

The only real kisses he had ever gave me was when we were higher than the clouds. When the first rays of sunlight slipped through the blinds, the same hands and lips from last night no longer touched me the same way. 

They never have. I know they never will.