this won't hurt.
the ache will go.
i won't hate that girl so much.
you won't be in literally, every god damn second in my mind.
and i won't be checking my phone every god damn mother fucking hour.
until then,
i hope god will grant me the power to get over this,
stay strong,
and instead of wanting to curl in a ball and just.. sob through this phase,
you'll be vacant from my mind,
i won't miss us anymore,
and i'll finally get what i wanted;
an escape from everything and everyone that reminds me of high school,
a chance to build a life away from my past; keeping it separate from the future present.
i'm tired.
coming down from being drunk.
i'm thankful for tonight.
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