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you used to always call me your innocent girl, one to never break out of her shell. never once taking a sip of alcohol, or touching the blunts you would roll with your best friend. you used it against me when you left me hanging in the rain. i did drugs today. i downed the fifth of whiskey my roommate kept under her bed. i smoke one of those blunts you swore i'd never touch, or two. i tried to send every memory you gave me up in smoke. i tried to forget how you left me, alone and vulnerable and how my heart was almost ripped in half. i threw myself into a substance-induced oblivion to where i couldn't even move without falling right back down into the deep dark hole that you shoved me into. and even though i should have forgotten all about how you're brown eyes tore right into mine, or the way you called me 'baby' i couldn't. i couldn't stop hearing the sound of your voice. or see the rugged glimmer of your smile. or taste the black coffee what was always on your lips i couldn't erase your memory, even though you didn't even remember mine
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
drunken mind, sober thoughts
you used to always call me your innocent girl, one to never break out of her shell. never once taking a sip of alcohol, or touching the blunts you would roll with your best friend. you used it against me when you left me hanging in the rain. i did drugs today. i downed the fifth of whiskey my roommate kept under her bed. i smoke one of those blunts you swore i'd never touch, or two. i tried to send every memory you gave me up in smoke. i tried to forget how you left me, alone and vulnerable and how my heart was almost ripped in half. i threw myself into a substance-induced oblivion to where i couldn't even move without falling right back down into the deep dark hole that you shoved me into. and even though i should have forgotten all about how you're brown eyes tore right into mine, or the way you called me 'baby' i couldn't. i couldn't stop hearing the sound of your voice. or see the rugged glimmer of your smile. or taste the black coffee what was always on your lips i couldn't erase your memory, even though you didn't even remember mine
jessica-dietz
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
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