It wasn't supposed to happen. My heart stings, feet ache, stomach queasy. These street lights, which normally only bother me, now burn my eyes. The cold bottle in my hand sloshing as I tread along, I never could drink as much as you. It wasn't supposed to happen.
Maybe I'll step into the road, let a taxi take me home. You'll be there waiting, where I should be. I'm sorry. What a mess this is. Mess? No, a disaster. I can't take looking at one more couple making out.I can't keep my head going one direction, or my feet. Why can't I pull myself together? This wasn't supposed to happen.
Give me five more minutes, a smile and a kiss. Give me another laugh and another moment of bliss. I'm sorry I am, and I can't even tell you. I wish I could. I should have done better. Should have paid attention.It's over now.
I always do this, but I have never messed up like this. I want to go back. It wasn't supposed to happen, not to you. But then you'd be here, and you'd be the one dressed in all black, wandering around a city full of people too busy to care you're gone.