I know I'm better than you. I don't play the games you do. What you get from me is black and white, right there on the page. Mixed with a river of blood, but I haven't changed.
You did.
The worst part is I see my freind get happily married and I realize how easily that could have been us multiple times. But that's you're fucking choice not mine.
I don't like the fact that I'm in love with you and some moments make me feel like I failed so hard... and other moments make me feel like it's not me that's too fucking blame. This weekend I had validation, I may be a drunk fuck up. But I am far from the fucking problem.
I am tortured by my alcoholic dreams of you, this moment, it's not where we are supposed to be. It's never been. You've always been the only one. I still dream of you every goddamn night, there's no point in denying it now. No reason to.
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