It’s Friday night.

 I’ve spent all day in front of this screen, staring at this blank page. When you walked into my life, I stopped painting, I stopped writing. I lost myself in the creases of your heart, in the wrinkles at the sides of your smile. I was supposed to have gone out tonight, seen a movie with a friend I haven’t hung out with in awhile. But you don’t like him, and instead I’m home staring at this screen. You should’ve been home too. “The alcohol warms me up.” I can’t find it in my heart to make excuses for you anymore.

Thanks, odetothemodernman.

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