It was yesterday when you held my shivering body at night. It's tomorrow and you've gone MIA.
Not that I mind, but I actually do. I do when I feel a tantrum brewing, I do when I see things not meant for my eyes. I mind when I realize how far away I've removed myself from my seriously loved ones. For the rush of a toke? For the hope that maybe you will dignify me by picking up the phone this time?
I wish, oh I wish I could actually tell you how disappointed I am in you. I think you, however are the one wallowing in a pity party. At a bar. Go figure.
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