Party till our heads spill out.
Guinness and Schnapps and Sangria.
Close your eyes and hold me close.
Nothing is real, not even you, not even me.
Maybe not us maybe.
Later in the night there is a single droplet of alcohol
on my left converse shoe
to remind me never forget you.
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Oh, regrets...
That was beautiful. "Maybe not us maybe." was very touching, and the drop on the shoe, of course.
This is sweet, but...I don't know. I don't find it as touching or outstandingly emotional as your other pieces. Something about it didn't work for me. Maybe just that it's so simple? It seems like it doesn't stand out, or like you've written it before or...hm. It just seems familiar, in a re-written kind of way. I didn't feel anything when I read this, which I was bummed about cuz you know I always love reading your writing :S :(
However, I did like the first line very very much.
I love the line "maybe not us maybe" and the drop on the shoe is so sweet. It seems awkward on the page though...but I really like the idea of it, when I visualize it in my mind
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