Just a few days ago you got so drunk, you pulled my hair and put your hand in my face and told me you where done with me. For only minutes later for you to lick my face and quickly peck me on my lips.
The grey skies remind me of the specks of ash that mix with the blue in your eyes. That time I went to get lunch across the street. It was pouring rain but rain is the only time I felt cleansed, at one with myself. But you saw me and kept insisting me to get in your truck. My Jack in the Box was going to break soon anyway.
Just a few days ago I got so drunk and threw up in your truck. Bright red, vodka and cranberry. Vodka never did sit so pretty with me. You cleaned it up but I was still so mad that you didn't say happy birthday that I chucked my phone at you.
Someone told me one time that sometimes there isn't gold at the end of the rainbow. Sometimes there is just indifference, worst than the extreme of love or hate.
I wish I could say I didn't care when you walked out those doors because I knew it was the last goodbye.
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