Soju

I use to miss the way you taste but now my tongue turns sour at the memory of you.You kissed me goodbye on the cheek.You kissed me on the cheek out of what? Pity?Never would I have thought I would be in the "It's not you it's me " situation and if my 16 year old self could see me now she would point and laugh.No.She really wouldn't,I wish she would though.She would cry for the both of us .The rain was enough for me as you drove me back to my apartment"What were you doing passed out in a bar?It's 2:32 am on a Wednesday" "Don't." I whispered. I didn't mean for it to come out so raspy I had wanted to sound authoritative but I choked.'Don't cry! Suck it up you wimp.' I told myself.No I can't cry in front of you but I threw up in your passenger seat."God I'm sorry. I'm sorry."The end of our relationship has dropped me right in the middle of spiting you and sleeping for two weeks.Most of all I want to hurt myself.Right when I thought I couldn't become anymore disgusting in your eyes.I cried."shit shit shit."I quickly closed my eyes and tilted my head back.I only lived ten minutes away but we were hitting every red light ."A simple thank you would suffice.You woke me up." "yeah?" I asked."yeah.""well you woke me up," I retorted.