Drunk

But I've been drinking not because of what you said, but because of what I said and the silence that followed. How you didn't even speak when I told you how I felt completely rejected and alone. Like you didn't even want me. Words mean nothing. They're all just empty and forgotten. I hate you for making me feel like I could trust you. I hate you for taking your brother's advice. I hate you for leaving me here with empty promises. I hate you for hurting me. I hate you for saying "this is going to work" repetitively. I hate you for lying.

But most of all I hate you because I'm drunk and you never even let me try to be your everything.