It doesn't matter how many times I drink
A bottle down to its brink.
Or kiss the lips of someone new.
Because every night before I sleep
My mind somehow drifts back to you.
No, you can't really distract a heart.
Oh, you can try.
But you can never really distract your heart
From missing someone.
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Love and Other Fuckups
PoetryA collection of poems and drabbles about things such as life, love, and fucking up.
