It Wasn't Supposed to Happen

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.

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