You are constantly
showing up
in my dreams,
and when you looked at me,
in your car,
at 3:30AM,
-- with my remnants of whiskey
soaked tears--
I've never felt so
beautiful,
but when I saw
you, like that,
kissing her,
not even your
drunken state
could excuse
your dishonesty.
You may not remember
what happened,
but I always
will:
at 11:32pm
in the bar
on Wednesday,
you broke my heart,
and never even
knew that you
had made it whole
to begin with.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
You are constantly
showing up
in my dreams,
and when you looked at me,
in your car,
at 3:30AM,
-- with my remnants of whiskey
soaked tears--
I've never felt so
beautiful,
but when I saw
you, like that,
kissing her,
not even your
drunken state
could excuse
your dishonesty.
You may not remember
what happened,
but I always
will:
at 11:32pm
in the bar
on Wednesday,
you broke my heart,
and never even
knew that you
had made it whole
to begin with.
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