music’s blasting, people laughing, but i feel all alone. people leer and you’re not here; i’m staring at my phone. “have fun!” they said, “my friends are dead” says one particular rapper. but your absence hurts from here it gets worse- i know it shouldn’t matter. it’s been a week bad thoughts have leaked into my own brain. cause missing you is like hitting undo on all the progress i’ve made. i thought i was through but now i’m blue not unlike the color of your eyes. i’m over mistakes i’m allowing myself to take all your empty promises and lies. so here we are, i thought i’d gotten far but it seems we’ve been here before. i’m tired of being friends this ******* can end, boy, i’m ready for more.
kind of a random jumble of thoughts all about the same person