We break up
We make up
Now we’re over
Done.
Not a tear to be had
Shut the door
Hit the floor
Run.
Tight skirts, racy tanks and stilettos
Two drinks here, three shots there
Laugh, kiss and party
Dare.
He’s there
I stare
Just why?
Unsettled.
Home, vomit and sleep
I wake up
We make up
Not done.
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