She drowned herself in a champagne glass to forget her worries.
Instead his voice rang in her ears. She tried her hardest to forget the promises he made to her but she was unsuccessful.
'Love wasn't supposed to feel like this.'
She thought, dialing his number again. No answer. She calls again. No answer. She thinks about leaving a message, but crying on his answering machine doesn't feel right.
'Nothing about this feels right.'
So why do I not want him to leave?
'He's not even here.'
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PoetryNobody prepares you for the confusing struggle of parting ways with who you once were. If you're stubborn like me you'll try and fight it only to realize that you can't hold on to the broken girl that you once were if want to become a strong woman...
