sober confessions of a broken college girl.

salted wounds.

i dared to reach through the pockets of my jeans, only to find my phone
our song suddenly played and your name popped up on the screen
i hastily blinked my eyes, pushing back the tears, locking them all away

pressing declined, i've had enough lies
i can see it all seeping right through your teeth

as you turn your back and started to walk away from where i stand,
salty drops trailed down my face
my love for you flows to my veins, but yours began to vanish like the waves