snot & bottles.

The flowers you bought me still sit in my window, they’ve been wilted for days now.I’m trying to forget you, I know I will. At least I hope, somehow. But then I remember you singing, when you told me I was your muse. There’s a faint ringing in my head of you singing sweetly but then it drifts away and I lose. My hands shake and my knees go weak every time I remember you.

The empty beer bottles you left are still scattered around my room. stepping on the bottle caps, I tell myself I’ll get the effort to pick them up soon. But I don’t know if I can.You broke me down, you took my will. You gave me false hope; it’s sad that I want you still. But I do. It’s true, I hang onto your every word; I want you so bad that it hurts. so you use that to your advantage while I try to manage the thought of you in everything I do. my hands shake and my knees go weak every time I remember you.

not finished.

snot & bottles.

Amanda Whiting

Grand Rapids, United States

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