I Hate This Poem And You
Do you remember those summer days, after dark?
I'd clock out of work, get you chocolates, and you'd steal kisses from my strawberry flavored lips

Remember spending every weekend at your crib
and making love between the sheets?

we were young,
smoking weed,
Taking shots
and oh, what about those nights I spent giving you all my passion on the beach?

These memories replay like my favorite scenes in a movie

but I hate this feeling.
Its like I'm missing you,
feels like a void.

I'm hoping this drink fills it...

4am I am still drinking
By 5am I am crying
Holding my phone, contemplating to text you.

I hate that I can't be alone,
I hate that you're not blowing up my phone.
I hate that I'm so sad on my own.