I drink to every night that you don't text me
Wasted
That girl up on the bar
Making a fool of herself
Mumbling, slurring

What we once had is no more
So brief, I should have known
Blame myself. All of it.

Silly boy, don't you know.
You are the kind.
The kind of boy that does this.
The kind that breaks girls.
Kills their spirits.
Turns them heartless.

The next girl to blow you off,
The next unforgiving ***** to ruin your day with her condescending, catty comments?

She had a spirit once
She once lived
She was once carefree and full of love

You took her happiness in hand
Grew it, fostered it,
let it fly,
And then destroyed it.

You killed her

You drove her to bottles
Those of alcohol, those of pills
Her addiction that she's now just over
She may be better.
She's still broken.

The insecurities and depression still linger.

Silly boy, you didn't think
You don't realize
The chaos
The headaches
The stupidity
She felt

You're ******* horrible.