I wrote a poem about a gurl... //caption// I'll admit, to this day, my mind still wanders to you when it's late. I think of all the plans we're missing out on and the promises that you made. I should be over you. But I'm not. I don't hate you. Though I wish I did. The best I could do for myself is erase all of our conversations and that playlist. I've replaced your void with a bottle. They say keep your chin up and you'll drown a little slower. But I can hardly tread. I'm stuck crying in my room all alone waiting to blackout or drink until I forget.
