Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.Anna Quindlen, Every Last One (via incessantcoffeedrinking)
You left me
and I feel like my chest collapsed.
Somethings missing inside me,
but I can only fill it with bad wine,
hoping it will take the shape
of what is left of me.
I am no longer full of life.
Instead I replaced it with alcohol.
And It consumes me
with the memory of your voice.
Two months since I made a drunken fool of myself
Two months since I gave you an ultumatum
Two months since you didn’t respond
Two months since I stopped loving you.
And it’ll be another two months, and then two years, and then twenty years
And i’ll remember you fondly
I’ll think of you and remember the good
But the bad will overshadow it
Heres to two strong months
I will never be able to understand how you can say you care for someone but just leave them for months without a single word
This is why it never worked even when you wanted it
Even when deep down I wanted it
You will always flee