when guys are dressed in suits and they unbutton the top of their shirt and they undo their bowtie but keep it hanging under their collar and maybe they roll up their sleeves a bit and their hair is all disheveled and
boys
(via notsochy)
Gone
She’s just a little drunk
from all the cigarettes and wine.
The sun is breaking,
it’s morning time.
And now her head spins,
from his cologne.
The texture of his sweater,
takes her breathe,
and leaves her,
gasping,
shaking,
breaking.
Tearing at the seams.
Her heart screams.
But she is still alone.
