LATE NIGHT IN SEPTEMBER
It was a late night in September, I was drunk at a party alone. Feeling out of control. I texted my friend to brought me home, but she brought me to your place and told you that I'm drunk. Then the moment I saw you, I feel like I'm going to cry and wanted to hug you because damn, I missed you so bad, but I resist.
Then I heard you asked me, "Why did you get drunk?"
I wanted to say, 'Because you're the only one I'm still in love with' but I can't because we're both taken.
Instead, I just stay calm and said, "Sorry for the inconvenience, I'm leaving. Next time I won't get drunk."
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Weeping Nights
PoésieWeeping Nights is a collection of poetry and prose about feelings of pain, heartbreak, depression and some piece of advice. Highest Rank: #2 poemcontest 03/15/22
