tw(?)

“did i really want this”,

is the question in my pounding head,

all day i lie in bed,

zach bryan calls that shit pure bliss.

i shouldn’t have done it,

i swear i am smart!

thinking about the words that were whispered in the dark,

but i’m really just a kid.

how did i let it get so messy,

it’s all my fault

3am and still awake:

“i might’ve been too dressy”,

it burns my wounds like salt,

to know that all he ever did was take.