when I traded disco lights
for scented candles
when my nights once spent spitting whiskey in your mouth
turned into nights of cramming and more doses of caffeine
when the glitter in my eyes
became dark tired circles
when the hangover headaches
were academic stress
and when the highs
were achievements.
when bar stools
became hours hunched over textbooks
when games of pool
became acronym games.
what my nights used to look like:
too much perfume and giggles thst bubbled in my chest like champagne
what my nights look like now:
quiet and books and tiny handwriting spilling over pages.
when I gave up part of me
to create myself.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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