How do I tell a well-structured story when life is nothing but chaos? My life has been in shambles for years, so tell me, how am I supposed to tell you just how ugly and beautiful life has been? Do I start with those lovely Saturday mornings when I wake up with his arms around me? Or should I start with those nights when I decide drink over love?
I wonder if he finds comfort in my body
When you pick up the Styrofoam cup