.....
After we broke up, I started drinking. I started
smoking and my hands stopped shaking for you. Instead they shook
from all the sh*t I inhaled, for once it wasn't about you
anymore.
My mother kicked me out three days after you left. I took her
car, drove two hours and drank myself numb but even then,
you were the only thing I could think about. My mother called
me twenty five times and I didn't pick up once, the only
voice I wanted to hear was yours. I kept my phone beside
me the whole night, I got out of the car and laid on the
concrete floor, tried to not think of you. I wanted to call you
so f*cking bad, so I got up, got into the car, left my phone on
the concrete and drove in reverse, smashed it into tiny little
pieces because I know nothing has changed. You still haven't
learned how to love me and I still haven't learned how to
forget about it.
.....
