" I was still there when you left me."
I'm getting flooded with memories of the night I drank a half gallon of Sangria. I stumbled around the apartment trying to find pieces of you.
I watched the stars in the chair you lived in on the deck. Burning my throat with your Marb Reds.
I honest to god wish I could get over you. But some piece of me is stuck. I take one step and you throw me five back.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 5:52 AM UTC
" I was still there when you left me."
I'm getting flooded with memories of the night I drank a half gallon of Sangria. I stumbled around the apartment trying to find pieces of you.
I watched the stars in the chair you lived in on the deck. Burning my throat with your Marb Reds.
I honest to god wish I could get over you. But some piece of me is stuck. I take one step and you throw me five back.
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