drunk in love


i called him last night

it was 5:23 am

the phone went to voicemail-he was sleeping because he had to work in the morning

my friends tried to take the phone away from me

i told them it was important and its okay, i wont say anything ill regret

i told you those toxic words over and over

'I love you. I love you. I love you.'

why can i only tell you how i really feel when im wasted?


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