You Shake Me By The Shoulders, Hoist Me Up, And Carry Me Back Home. You Complain In Your Soft Voice,

You shake me by the shoulders, hoist me up, and carry me back home. You complain in your soft voice, the tiniest hint of a laugh behind your words, as you tell me you won’t do this again knowing fully well you will. I grin as I murmur my apologies, as I place a soft kiss on your cheeks. I am drunk and you are beautiful. Tomorrow I’ll be sober, you’ll still be beautiful.

-S.G

Excerpts from the thing I’m working on rn

Hitting on the sore spots man

not to get too deep on main but did anyone else have such deeply rooted issues with their self worth for so long that they thought as a kid/teen that their only redeeming feature was being “low maintenance” and now as an adult you give yourself guilt pangs asking for any more than the barest minimum in virtually any relationship because asking for things might negate your only good quality which is just “doesn’t ask for things”

Lowkey reblogs since I have to agree

b.i’s “fuck with me” in one and only though, reblog if you agree

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So what can I say right now?

I’m still standing in the grey

Smack right in the middle of no mans land

Wondering if a bullet would pierce my heart

-S.G

Excerpts from original poetry| No Mans Land