That night we drank whiskey til the sun came up;
You pulled me in,
And I pushed you away.
I wish I would have kissed you instead.

"Did you look at the stars and think of me too?"

"Do you honestly want to do everything you offer?" he said.
"Yeah." she said with profound sadness.
"Are you sure you want to?" he said.
"Yeah." She echoed with a breaking heart, a silent tear streaming down her cheek.
They only kissed three times that night.

It's been almost a year since you left me.
I still find myself waiting for you to miss me-
But how can I miss someone who hurt me so deeply?
Pathetic.

I have spent so many nights crying to my angels-
Begging them to bring you back.
Cursing them ever for bringing you to me in the first place.
Screaming pain into the void.
A pain that only comes from loss.

I hate myself because I still love you-
After everything that you put me through.

But now-
I’d rather go home alone then go home with you.
Maybe I don't hate myself at all.

But maybe I misread the moon.
(She never hides things for long).
You never gave me the chance
to understand why you hate me.

But maybe this is Her way of saying:
by having you completely gone
A new path can finally be cleared.