I don't want to fall asleep tonight,
because I know that when I wake up tomorrow morning,
I'll realize how much time has passed
and that you really are gone.
It really has been a month.
A month since you said the words that broke my heart.
A month ago yesterday
was our first
[and last]
kiss.
A month ago,
I met your family.
We were sure it would last.
Its hard to believe
all that good
turned bad so fast.
And over what?!?!?!
Mistakes.
Regrets.
In a couple weeks,
It will have been a month
since we started talking again,
since the break up.
One month since I started wasting my money,
on stupid things:
$30 manicure,
$100 purse,
$55 hoodie,
$25 tank top,
too much spent on alcohol,
that will never erase you from my memory,
a lot spent on drugs,
that will never get me high enough,
to forget how much I love you.
One month,
and too many mistakes,
and counting.
