i miss my old friends tonight.
now it's just a case of waiting for the bad news
that one of you is gone for good and then
i'll die again
maybe for
real this
time

likealotsick

i swear too much and drink too much &
i'm a silly little drunk
but i don't want you to leave.
i'd die for the thousandth time

this isn't even anything but i adore this poem and have for years