Finally,
It happened.
Laying in bed
I can feel the emotional hangover coming on.
Words play on repeat in my head
Words like "one night stand,"
"Guilt," "Pain," "Solitude."
Over and over
Intermingled with the aftershocks
Of Mom's messages.
An emotional hangover.
Guess it's time to start
Picking up the ******* and broken things
Left over from the night before.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
Finally,
It happened.
Laying in bed
I can feel the emotional hangover coming on.
Words play on repeat in my head
Words like "one night stand,"
"Guilt," "Pain," "Solitude."
Over and over
Intermingled with the aftershocks
Of Mom's messages.
An emotional hangover.
Guess it's time to start
Picking up the ******* and broken things
Left over from the night before.
It went well. No hard feelings, but I think that I'm glad I now know.
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