Sunlight is limited in February
I was in the dark for most of winter
I got drunk for the first time
It’s the mistake that defines me
I listened to my heart instead of my head
I called him
Rather, someone called him for me
I confessed my undying love for him, to him
He was my friend regardless, because he’s too kind
I was able to paint a false picture
He knew, he knows
I am the one in denial
I think one day he’ll find a girl he loves
But I don’t think that girl will be me
One day, I’ll find a pen and paper
And I’ll write my legacy
He will see
He will know
He won’t say or do anything
And I’ll be the one who won’t be able to move.
Maybe I’ll get drunk for the second time
How can one get deeper than rock bottom?
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Jessica Karnes
I'm not this sad all the time, I swear.
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