was it me in the end
was i the problem
why did it end how it did
we could have gone our separate ways
you could have forgotten about me
about my friends
and this would be so different
i could have lived my life in peace
knowing if i ever saw you again
i'd be dead
you could have lived your life in peace
never hearing a word from my mouth
as if i was a ghost
my friends would still be here
daring me to chug a cooler
or do shots back to back with them
and i'd feel alive again
but here we are
i'm still breathing
and so are you
living our separate lives
because in the end
if you have no one who still thinks about you
then i must be dead
YOU ARE READING
stupid poetry
Poetrylittle dip into my head. poetry style. caution, possible trigger warning as i don't know what will be in this.
