Urghhh...it's another cold night without bae. Thought some whisky might kill the pain, it didn't. So I took some more shots of brandy...then vodka, until I couldn't see the tattoos on my wrist, until I couldn't ride my bike.
Every single object in the room was blurred and she??? She wasn't with me yet her romantic eyes were the only things crystal clear in my booze-filled head. I shivered in pain. Not of alcohol. But of the fact that I no longer own her.
Lying on my sofa, my mind can't help but wonder if my puppy reminds her of me, of us. My boastful heart seem a lil humbled tonight. It can't help but crave desperately for her sweet talks to give it a waft again. My lips seem restless craving for her lips to be pressed on them and heal me in a split second.
--Idi2053(inspiration from @im_toli
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