A year ago today the clock struck 12 and you pressed your lips against mine so hard it took the breath right from my throat.
And I was still fighting to find where it hid while your friends pulled you off of me because you couldn't get enough.
Today is exactly 200 days since I've been without you and the irony is cutting right through my liver.
When the clock strikes 12 I will be kissing a bottle in celebration of the fact that it took you the count of 10 fingers to forget me and I will spend this year forgetting you.
I will destroy my brain cells to commemorate how you have not left my mind for a single second.
When that ball drops my mind will be screaming Happy New Year! I'm sorry I wasn't good enough, but I tried.