3/23/11 pt.2

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I went out. This girl at the bar tried to kiss me. I was drunk, I'm still drunk. She leaned in. I didn't see her though. The whole time we were talking, when she kissed me, I didn't see her. I saw you. When I felt her lips, I realized it wasn't you. I didn't feel anything. I didn't feel the sparks. I didn't feel my world spin. I just felt her lips and tasted the liquor she had been drinking. I pushed her backwards and ran out. I laid in the road for a while, hoping to get ran over. Every car that came by honked their horn and swerved around me. I went home and cut my wrist. I know you never liked when I did that. I'm sorry. Earlier when I said I was over you, I was. When she was with me, all those memories and shit came back. Now I'm back to square one. There was supposed to be a concert tomorrow. It was scheduled before you died. Before I left. All those people that looked forward to seeing you... Us... God. Anyway, R.I.P. Brendon.

-Love Ryan

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