To Moving On

My current state in that of inebriation, and you, of all people know what that's like.

You, of all people, know how I'M like when i'm inebriated.

And the only reason i think about you, was because you were the last one. The last one i had feelings for, and the last one that hurt me. Thats why.

You should know at some point, i loved you. A lot. So much i couldn't bear not bearing your shit. I'da rather been in pain than that be without you. But i knew i deserved better, and here I am.

All i want right now though, is to love someone again, like that. Without the repercussions i had with you. Because i am SO over you. But i can't seem to love another. Yet.