Rewriting The Stars

I'll sob and cry my heart out, drowning my sorrows in a gallon of ice-cream. But then I'll stand back up, wipe the tears from my face, put a bandaid over my heart, and move on with my life. You won't be the death of me, because you're not that special. I'll be okay without you.

Vodka burns my throat and your name hurts my head. But I'd rather be blacked out with a hangover, than stare at my hands, trying to remember what it was like to touch you.

Why didn't anyone ever tell me that you could be broken by the very one who made you whole in the first place?

As much as it hurt to lose our relationship, nothing hurt worse than losing you as my best friend. But in the end, i guess you felt our relationship was more important than our friendship.