Vision clouded with vodka in my hand.
Everything you said just hurt my head.
I didn't mean to yell, I never know how to reach you.
And if I could I'd rip my heart out and sew it into your chest as it's wretched ache continues.
I'd leave it there for days and let you really feel the way it breaks.
That dense love just aches now, the way it bleeds so eagerly.
And fuck does it burn when it never gets the right attention.
