My Friends Tell Me To Move On

Here I am,

sitting on this old barstool,

It is crowded,

and the drunk people are rude.

My friends decided it was easy for me to move on,

but I guess they are wrong.

I bet they don’t have any clue what’s going on with my phone.

You’re lighting it up like some crazy moron, while suggesting if you should take me home;

I’d rather be alone in my dark living room.

I don’t want to think about you,

but it’s hard when you lighten up my phone like some crazy moron.

I see my friends rolling their eyes,

Can’t they see it’s hard?!

Can’t they hear me crying?!

I miss you,

I miss you,

I miss you.

But I don’t want to see you reaching out to me ever again.

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2 thoughts on “My Friends Tell Me To Move On

  1. Love lost is a personal place to learn healing. I believe we just accept and our vision of love become different. No more prince or princess no-more. I enjoyed the poem. I sat in many taverns in my lifetime.

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