Poems & Short Stories

11:11

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It is 11:11 on a Sunday night
I have school tomorrow morning
Yet I am drinking cheap liquor
That I stole from my mom

It is 11:11 on a Sunday night in January
And my only wish
Is that we were still in love

Our one year anniversary
Would've been in 4 months exactly

But instead here I am
Drinking cheap liquor
In my room, in the dark
So I won't get caught

And tomorrow I will go to school
With a sick stomach
And sad thoughts

Because it will be one day closer
To our non existent
one year anniversary

I can't help but wonder
if you're the same way

Are you drinking cheap liquor
You're friend bought you
Because you're still only 19

Are you thinking that in 4 months
It would've been
Out one year anniversary

Or maybe you're
Screwing someone new
Perhaps you knew all along
We would never get past baby steps

But no matter how often
I glance at a clock that reads 11:11
And I wish
That we were still in love

I know
That dream will never
Come true again

Even though we dreamed of
An entire life together
I know that we're nothing but strangers

But here I am
Drinking this disgusting liquor
Just hoping that one day
We'll at least cross paths again

I will nail these hands
To the edges of stars
I will wish you, stardust

I will scream your name
Into the abyss of the Galaxy

Even though I know
It won't bring you back

Neither will this cheap liquor
But I'll keep drinking.