I crawled out
of someone elseʼs couch,
smelling like leftover sins
and last nightʼs regrets.
I drove home,
eyes heavy,
head splitting̶
not from your wine,
but from your name
echoing inside it.
My car hit the fucking curb.
And i just sat there,
hands on the wheel,
heart on the floor.
You used to park this car for me.
Used to say,
"move over, iʼll do it."
Like it was the easiest thing̶
like loving me
was easy too.
The radio played
Are You Gonna Be My Girl
and i wanted to scream.
Because you
already picked someone else.
I wasnʼt drunk anymore.
But i was drowning.
In memories.
In that damn song.
In my own fucking tears.
And God,
you werenʼt even here
to see
how much
i needed you.