You never bothered to worry if I was okay.
You never cared to tell me why.
Not even worthy of a real conversation.
Just a couple of drunk dances.
I hope someday you realize that is not how friends treat each other. And you make an effort to make sure the next girl is okay. Not just wait for her to get over it.
(That wasn't supposed to sound like a poem. I just don't have a lot of complete thoughts right now. But I do have a new painting. GO!)
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| The Siren Beneath the Water |
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