this time we were drinking with a friend.
we got really drunk this time.
and i lo { s } t my phone, so i used yours to find it.
then { a } text came in from another girl
and what i saw { d } idnt make me happy.
i cried, she yelled, you denied it.
maybe you were really telling the truth.
maybe it really wasn't what it seemed.
maybe, once again i let my emotions get the best of me.
and man, did i really want to die.
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cafune
Poetrycafune (n.) running your fingers through the hair of someone you love.