I ruined my favorite song.
Sitting in my car, outside your house.
The thunderstorm surrounding us was loud, but not loud enough to drown out the bitter words I threw at you.
You got out, slamming the door like a crack of lightening.
I played my favorite song as I let you leave.
The rain subsided, but you didn’t come back out. Eventually, your bedroom turned off. I left the song on repeat.
I ruined my favorite song, by playing it while you left me.















