Sitting in the garden, I'm a couple glasses in
I was tryna count up all the places we've been
You're always there, so don't overthink
I'm so over whites and pinks
I pay for it more than I did back then
I drink too much wine.
Constantly in a semi-drunken state. It's a shitty way to cope but it makes the loneliness somewhat bearable.
You're constantly on my mind.
I'm not doing great, to be honest
but I don't want to worry you.
I know you are worried about me anyway.
It hurts to talk to you.
It hurts to not talk to you.
I just want to see you.
Is that too much to ask for?
This is the price I have to pay
for following my dreams.
Desperately sometimes.
I know I'm fortunate.
One of the lucky ones
who got a break in an industry
that can be so cruel to young people's hopes and dreams.
It's ironic how the one responsible
for our break is also the one
who broke us.
I don't want to think about him.
Another glass of wine.
Makes my head spin.
I want to be with you, always
and yet I find myself
spending most of my days
apart from you.
Doing amazing things for sure
but You're missing.
I can't have it all, can I?
We're not getting younger.
Quite the opposite.
It makes me sad.
Anxious.
To think about everything
we put on hold.
For fame and fortune.
Is it worth it?
I'm not so sure.
But being on stage
in front of all those people
is my favorite drug.
The high I can't be without.
I know you feel it too.
I don't know what kind of person
that makes me?
Narcissistic?
Someone who needs the world
to love me?
Your love should be enough.
Sometimes I just want to walk away.
Leave it all behind.
Buy a house on a deserted Island.
Just you and I.
Would it be enough for both of us?
I don't think so.
It should be, shouldn't it?
We have that one thing
that some people
spend a lifetime chasing.
Love. True love.
You are an extension of me.
I sometimes don't know
where I start and you end.
It both strengthens me
and scares me.
I'm too codependent.
Just look at me
getting drunk on red wine
In the middle of the afternoon
Like the day before
and the day before that.
When I don't have you
by my side
I turn to the grape juice.
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FanfictionI don't know what this is. A very short story in poetry form? Bases on Harry's Home. While Harry is in America when Covid hits, Louis is in England. With no way to return to his Ioved one Harry is left alone with his thoughts, slowly freaking out...
