It's 2 am, and i lit my last cigarette
Drinking my vodka, leaving the bottle empty like the space in my heart and soul
And i remember how you hated me smelling like alcohol and cigarette
But that doesn't stop you from kissing me. You loved how i tasted.
I thought about life, about us. How you used to be in it.
I broke into tears. Again.
It still hurts, the thought of you being a whole lot better without me.
As the filter burns between my fingers, i let it go.
Funny, it should be this easy letting you go
I wanted to call you
Since being drunk would be a stupid excuse
But i didn't.
Whatever, i would do anything to get you off my mind.
So i brushed it off.
And i said fuck it.
But i miss you.
Even in my drunken moments, i still remember you.
I hope you would too.
No. Don't.
Don't forget me.
YOU ARE READING
When You're Lonely
PoetryJust me being lost with my thoughts and sadness. Random poem. "YOU CAN BE GOOD AT WORDS & STILL NOT KNOW WHAT TO SAY"
