every night for the rest of the summer
boy, you had me addicted to who you could be
getting drunk on the words you never say to me in person
then i watch them get caught in your throat and i leave
boy you had me addicted to who you could be,
but not to you
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Finite: A Book of Poetry
PoetryThe many emotions, thoughts, poems, insane ramblings, and legitimate concerns of a mortal. Warning: Most of it contains sensitive material related to death, darkness, life, monsters, puppets, idiots, and madness. Possibly much more. Hopefully much...
