two things I never want to go back to:
the place that raised me
and the way that I was.
I’m learning to live again.
bartering sanity and silence
for something to sink my teeth in.
I’m giving it all up again.
I’m drunk driving at dawn again.
I turn to the mirror and I tear out my broken heart.
I don’t need overpriced therapy and organic drugs
to know that I’m scared to start.
the lovedrunk cowgirl 