Tonight as I'm thinking about you,
Over broken bottles,
And mussed up hair,
Empty dreams,
Spilling out happy scenes that taunt me,
My heart a mess,
And this throbbing pain in my chest,
Where you ripped out my heart,
Stupid love songs playing in the street,
Lovers gathering where streetlights pool and meet,
How I wish I could hate you for what you did to me,
But here I am still aching,
Trying to drink away the pain of your leaving.
~Rei Shiori
P.S. not about me...seriously, I don't drink. Ok fine, I only drank 2 glasses of excellent red wine once and I NEVER got drunk. It just kept me up all night.
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