When someone breaks your heart each day feels like months.
Each minute drags on for some reason, I don’t understand why.
I long for the evenings, when I can drink my world black.
3, 4, 5 drinks- how I can still see your face and hear your voice.
Two cigarettes, that warm embrace.
6, 7, 8, drinks- how I can still remember catching you with her, with a smirk of victory on your face.
I didn’t want this.
I saw it end before it began.
May 24, 2023
May 24, 2023 at 2:24 AM UTC
When someone breaks your heart each day feels like months.
Each minute drags on for some reason, I don’t understand why.
I long for the evenings, when I can drink my world black.
3, 4, 5 drinks- how I can still see your face and hear your voice.
Two cigarettes, that warm embrace.
6, 7, 8, drinks- how I can still remember catching you with her, with a smirk of victory on your face.
I didn’t want this.
I saw it end before it began.
You begged me to trust you.
