It's 1 am in the morning and my thoughts go directly to you.
An hour before I was drinking, to wipe away all the memories of you.
There's the taste of bile in my mouth from drinking, trying to get the taste of you out of my mouth and brain.
The playlist plays on repeat because I couldn't get you out of my head and these songs reminded me of you.
I cry myself to sleep every night because I miss you and I shouldn't.
The hangover from the night before of broken tears and drinking, all because of you.
When am I going to learn?
~ 1 am
By: BistyC
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