Sometimes I wonder if you're think about me too
But then I think maybe not.
It's long after midnight and I'm half a glass in
Once again you aren't where you're supposed to be.
You're supposed to be here with me instead of somewhere with her
You should be with me instead of in my search history
I never planned for all of this to end like it did
Because now you're just another one of my late night vices
And it's kind of ironic how the very things I need
Are the same things that break me.
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November- #aseverythingturnsgrey
PoetryIn the month of November, writers Kat Savage and J.R. Rogue are hosting a series of writing prompts called #aseverythingturnsgrey . These are my contributions. Enjoy!
