Friday night.

On a Friday night
I wandered the streets
trying hard to drain myself
of these thoughts of you.
"It's inescapable"
a cold whisper came from my soul.
"he'll stay there"
            fuck...
"probably forever.."
            I never wanted this
"you sure?"
            but this was never in my plan.
"plans are ever changing, so are you."
It was still a Friday night
and I dreamed
with eyes wide open
how I'm falling irretrievably in your arms.
"you've already lost yourself in him"
            I know.

V.

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