dynamic [poetry]

071715 - tequila thoughts

He will kiss you and it will feel like love.
It will always feel like love.
And three months later, you will find yourself drunk and vomittong his name into a toilet bowl as his lips would have wrapped around those of your best friend.
And your best friend would've said that she couldn't believe this.
That there was nothing going on.

But that was before she casted your feelings aside and went to hook her arm around the boy you couldn't please, yet still loved.
All your friends would have said that it was no ones fault, but the emptiness in your chest tells you otherwise.

That emptiness tells you everything. It tells you that he never loved you.