Matthew
I went to a party and I got so drunk I could barely see let alone walk. I'm trying to drown her out of my thoughts because she obviously didn't and does not like me the way I like her she pushed me away and pushed me past my breaking point. Now I've become this major douche bag who treats women like trash and goes to parties getting wasted.
Do I like who I've become?
No, I completely despise who I pretend to be right in this moment, but I've never liked myself or the way I am so why not?
She hurt me. And yet still she manages to snake her way into my thoughts withholding vicious venom that stings my poor already battered heart, so I drown myself in a bottle of liquor in hopes to feel some sort of a relief because I cannot stand the pain she brings upon me.
I stumble into a girl who gives me a smirk. "Why don't we get out of here?" She whispers seductively. I pick her up making her squeal and I lead her upstairs. She wraps her legs around my waist and begins grinding on me.
Why is your name the only thing going through my head all day?
I think about her and how it hurts and how I want to take my mind off of the awful pain sensation coursing through my veins. I smash my lips against the girl who's name I didn't even bother asking for.
Why did you have to break my little heart?
I slip my hands under her dress lifting it over her head.
Why did you have to push me away?
I undo her bra kissing down her neck not at all being aroused at the sounds of her excessive moaning.
Why does it still hurt?
She lifts my shirt over my head and I take my pants and boxers off.
Why can I not seem to forget you?
I take her underwear off and then lay her on the bed.
Why did you seem to forget me?
Zoë
I stay at home laying in bed staring at the stars on my ceiling. I feel tears come forward and slowly pool out of my eyes. Pretty soon I'm sobbing because it's 3:00 am and you're the only thing on my mind.
I should be sleeping, but I can't when I know you're out there drunkenly fucking some girl yet again.
So I cry and I cry and I cry until all that's left is a numb feeling all over.
But I still have tears flowing out and I sniffle.
Then my mother comes in with a robe on.
"What is all this noise you are making you know I need my rest tomorrow is a big day for me and I'd rather not have you ruin yet-" she says coming in but stops when she sees me laying there cold and unmoving with big tear stains on my sheets.
I see her motherly instincts kick in.
"What's wrong baby?" She whispers while holding me and gently stroking my hair. I just shake my head and then a whole new wave of tears comes over me and I break down yet again.
She holds me tighter whispering soothing things in my ear.
Once I stop crying we stay like that and when my thoughts drift to you I feel a wave of pain and regret hit me.
Have you forgotten my name yet?
