One night stand

“I was warned about men like you”, she said, her voice thick like the whiskey in his glass.

“what kind of men?” he asked.

“Dark, strong. with voices like honey. They promise you the world, make love to you and then leave you as empty as that glass.”

“Maybe I’m different,” he said.

“Maybe you’re not, and maybe I don’t care.”



Categories: Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, Self Esteem, self-care, Writing

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