I hadn't heard from you in a while, so last night I humored the notion of you, intrigued.
You asked me how I was, high off your *** on Vicodin.
Drunk off my *** on red wine, I admitted I wasn't doing
So well.
So, well,
We spoke for a while, and I admitted a lot of
****
Well, ****
More than you bargained for,
I'm sure.
So sure,
You called me out on my mistakes like you always have:
Telling me that I was far too lovely,
To be so ******* lonely
That I would waste such a beautiful side of myself,
In so willingly giving so much of myself
Away.
And in a way,
I know that you're
right;
And I can't just pretend I'm
alright.
I need to buck up and make all things
right.
Holy **** what a night.
Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 11:48 AM UTC
I hadn't heard from you in a while, so last night I humored the notion of you, intrigued.
You asked me how I was, high off your *** on Vicodin.
Drunk off my *** on red wine, I admitted I wasn't doing
So well.
So, well,
We spoke for a while, and I admitted a lot of
****
Well, ****
More than you bargained for,
I'm sure.
So sure,
You called me out on my mistakes like you always have:
Telling me that I was far too lovely,
To be so ******* lonely
That I would waste such a beautiful side of myself,
In so willingly giving so much of myself
Away.
And in a way,
I know that you're
right;
And I can't just pretend I'm
alright.
I need to buck up and make all things
right.
Holy **** what a night.
