I can’t help but remember the night where everything ended.
The make up running down your face.
The clocking stating that it’s 2 AM.
The door of my cheap apartment room closing as I watched you left.
It’s 2 years later and I’m still in the same apartment room.
Instead of me remembering,
I drink and I forget.
But I slowly begin to realize.
That everything...
S t a r t s
To go
b
l
ur
ry
And I can’t seem to put the pieces back together.
I wake up and it’s all bleak.
It hits me like shattered glass.
It comes in fragments.
But I’m okay with this.
Because I remember the night it all ended.
Your makeup running down your face.
The clock stating that it’s 2 AM.
You leaving my cheap apartment.
And me staying there.
Just to stay.
And think.
And believe.
And hope.
That someday.
You would finally come home.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
I can’t help but remember the night where everything ended.
The make up running down your face.
The clocking stating that it’s 2 AM.
The door of my cheap apartment room closing as I watched you left.
It’s 2 years later and I’m still in the same apartment room.
Instead of me remembering,
I drink and I forget.
But I slowly begin to realize.
That everything...
S t a r t s
To go
b
l
ur
ry
And I can’t seem to put the pieces back together.
I wake up and it’s all bleak.
It hits me like shattered glass.
It comes in fragments.
But I’m okay with this.
Because I remember the night it all ended.
Your makeup running down your face.
The clock stating that it’s 2 AM.
You leaving my cheap apartment.
And me staying there.
Just to stay.
And think.
And believe.
And hope.
That someday.
You would finally come home.
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