I fell in love on the bathroom floor,
Half dressed
at 3 am.
Drunk.
With tear stained cheeks with ruined eyeliner.

I fell in love on the bathroom floor
with my double vision.
with my rapidly beating heart,
with a lump in my throat,
and with the after taste of throw up.

I feel in love on the bathroom floor
with the last memory of you,
with you explaining how you fell out of love,
with your heart ever so cold,
with the truth that you never did love me.

I fell in love on the bathroom floor
with the idea that I will never love again,
that love doesn't even exist.

But here I am
falling in love on the bathroom floor
with
heartbreak,
and misery.