These ******* hickies,
are going to last longer than we did.
Almost a year,
spent on someone who got bored in a week.
I never really had a chance with you.
Did I?
Not a chance in hell.
I didn't think you'd turn into the empty headed zombies that walk around and infect people with the incurable sickness,
of stupidity.
I honestly thought you were immune like me, and for a fleeting moment I didn't feel so alone.
But I was wrong. Yet again. And now I have these ******* hickies reminding me of the time I faltered and went into a hallucinogenic state.
I can't even listen to my favorite music anymore without being reminded that you still exist.
You ruined it, and you ruined me too.