It was just one night to you. It’s been over a year for me.
It’s going to be a long way to happy.
It was.
Alcohol is a hell of a drug but it’s not to blame.
I never liked to admit that I was wrong
And I didn’t want to write a poem but
You should go and fuck yourself.
I insist.
You don’t have to call.
I’ll be alright,
I am.
Love yourself
instead of using somebody.
Someone like me.
I’m usually not one to break promises but I needed to breathe.
I needed me.
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