☞Champagne Mom

Friday night. We are apart.                                                                                   You will go out with your friends                                                                           I will be alone at home.                                                                                         You will be thinking about the places to go after the drinks                                   I will be laying in my bed thinking about our moments together.                         You will be in the company of your drunk friends and the girls                           that only care about the way you look.                                                                 I will be under my blanket with only the moon to look out for me.                         You will be dancing in the rhythm of any music after your third beer                   I will be drowning in the depths 

The depths of our memories together The depths of the dreams we had The depths of me and you My insomnia will be taking control I will be taken more and more far away Until I can’t be rescue anymore. Nothing that you know about me will be left. You will know empty and darkness like I had knew the same way one day. And that moment you will realize. I was everything you need. I hope you survive.