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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