Did I awaken you?
did I ruin your calming mid night sleep, or interrupt your beautiful dream?
are you angry at me? are you scared yet?
sick, and tired, of being the bottle that you sip from whenever you are exhausted to solve your own problems
the bottle that always gets thrown away and turn into shattered glass that can never be made back again
I have been mislead into thinking you were my very own tourniquet
that you could have took me calmly and showed me what love is
(every single day)
but darling, you and I were both wrong
I thought that you were a salvation
while you thought I was an angel