One day. One step. One breath.
(Hello whoever happens to read this. Sometimes at 2am I can't sleep so I start writing whatever flows out of my head. Hopefully someone can connect to this.) You said that you loved me, but every time you chose that bottle over me you made me feel small. Every drop that went into your mouth created one more drop that would run down from my eye, down to my lips where I could taste the salt and around my nose where I could feel my brain getting clogged. But you said you loved