God,
I never
enjoyed
the burning
of liquid
down my
throat,
but every
night,
I'd always
wind up
wasted
down to
the pit of
my stomach
with a numbness
in my toes
at the
sight of you
because
even
alcohol
can not
compare to
how
you
make
me feel.
Baby,
you
intoxicate
me.
YOU ARE READING
Specks Of Stardust #Wattys2015
Poetry❝ And when midnight strikes and the ink spills through the page, all that you are becomes stardust. ❞ In which a girl writes about the words unspoken, the feelings unresolved, the memories unforgotten, and the boy who caused them all.
