All it took was twenty minutes of my time and in those ending minutes '
Something ended but it wasn't the phone call—
I wasn't warned then again— we ignore those signs that tried to tell us something was
Up but we didn't want to face them—but i guess I'm facing them now
How long were you thinking about this moment? Was it a week? Or
Is it 2020 new me?
We'll never know but the funny thing is that I understand— I should hate you
But i don't—will i kill you off in my novel? (Yup in girl at the bar lol)Maybe I'm a writer you cant blame me.
Twenty minutes—but with that you took a piece of me i wont ever see
It'll take months till I'm okay but for you it was twenty minutes....
