I’m sick of begging and I’m sick of trying.
Author: Alex Greenspoon
I want to feel the warmth of someone’s embrace without feeling like I’m in a stranger’s arms. Hold me tight and don’t let go.
Withhold a form of liberty when I tell you about my sobriety.
The cycle has picked up its pace.
Hold my hand.
Ponder our futures yet consider our presents.
I love you the way a priest loves his bible.
You consist of my thickened blood and spit.