i find it so difficult to see adults in pain dealing with the grief of a parent or a senior figure. you can easily see the hidden child in them
"Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than going to a garage makes you an automobile."
We were drunk. Real drunk. And we spoke in cursive. And you sucked on my kiss.
I bit your lips, slapped your ass, and pulled your hair afraid you wouldn’t remember me.
My friends said I did all the wrong things,
but they didn’t go out with us that night,
they didn’t have our drinks.
I felt you.
You felt me.
I hope I’m engraved in your memory.