On a drunk Friday night... on a lonely drunk Friday night, my thoughts are all over the place. It doesn't matter that I'm not even trying to focus, I know, I just realized and I'm aware I have to say goodbye to a part of me, a chapter in my life that is here, present and still going on. I have to say goodbye and let go of you. You my skinny love, with your skinny legs.
On this chilly September night, with no stars to stare at, and no one to tap me on my shoulder pretending to gaze at my future and tell me it's gonna be all right, I'm gonna make it, I disown you. Not that I ever owned you, I just renounce you and everything you are to me. All my illusions of me and you, solving things and being something together... all my dreams of being happy with you... all the bullshit that is attached to you, your hair, nose, your smell and your skinny legs.Don't you even worry about me! I'll be fine, eventually. It's not like this is the first time to see pieces of my broken heart around me. I have picked them up and healed it, or glued it, temporally at least. Until the next time. But no matter if it is brand new or already used, a broken heart hurts the same each time.
World, if you can hear me, tell me: What do you do when your "happily ever after" turns into "once upon a time"?
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