I am drinking, gulping, sipping the juices that alter my reality. I spilled some on my chin and it dripped down my shirt. He is no longer around to clean up the mess, but I digress.
I’m too deep one says, I’m too smart another says, I think too much another says.
I love myself but I question myself. Am I too much? Should I change so that I could be more accessible; have more options??
My tears are made up of oil and water. Fuck what he said. He’s gone now…