10.24.17-10.28.17

I remember nothing more than some meaningless cuddling, hands held with hesitation, and vomit soaked into cheap carpeting.
Secrets spilled faster than the vodka on the floor, I held my breath listening, afraid of being infected with her trauma.
And then a dream came, a scarier nightmare than what took place during the night itself.
Stumbling, a skeletal bag of bones, drunk and high and sick and sorry, so fucking sorry.
The sobs echoed through the wall.
I fell asleep realizing that I love the girl next door more than I love the girl lying in bed with me.

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