kid ink weed

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.
Quit telling me to stop getting fucked up, if it weren’t for you maybe I’d be happy without downing a cup. This blunt is clouding the view of your hands on my waist, these pills are relieving my heart of this incredulous weight and this vodka is drowning my sadness and replacing it with hate. Don’t call me and tell me I’m wasting my youth, and please, don’t ask me to stay sober; because all my sober thoughts are of you.
—  g. r. g.