post break up: the first month
I don't want to write about you anymore. But you show up at the end of my fingertips and ruin everything like broken circuits during your favorite tv show. I am drunk after being sober for months. I have tried to wash the bad taste out of my mouth with new friends, a new city, and laughter. I have a problem where I run away from lost loves into the arms of a new surrounding. I don't think I will ever forgive myself for this. At times I am often disappointed in myself. They tell me I am a good girl. I love with passion, it shines through my skin. They tell me one day I will find the one for me. I don't think there is anyone out there for me. I don't think I deserve it.
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