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Someone buy me pizza... I'm so hungry

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Someone buy me pizza... I'm so hungry
I wanna be drunk, but I don't wanna drink.
American Airlines flight from LA to NYC made an emergency stop in Kansas City to remove a passenger who refused to stop singing Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You."
I don't think it's guilt.
I have to close at my job on unofficial. What the fuck kinda shit is that? I literally can't start until after 11:30pm.
Storm
Misty eyed, she leaves in the dead of night.
She leaves no note on the table, no apology,
no stripped bed.
Instead, she leaves her scent in every nook
and corner of the place.
She leaves her fingerprints on the stairwell
and a piece of her hair in the drain.
She leaves her market list taped to the fridge
and all of her clothes in the dryer.
But still, she leaves him.
There are storm clouds in their eyes
but she won't compromise.
There’s fear beneath her bravery
and heartbreak pulls through his veins.
She rhymes if you bring up his name
but that’s not the truth.
Two weeks later, she screams his name in the dead of night,
her nails curled into her sweaty sheets, like she never stopped.
When he wakes up each morning after,
he hears no coffee, smells no warm shower running.
The walls have been scrubbed of her paint
and the claw marks in his back have long since faded.
Metaphors for her loss are scribbled
across his bedspread, his mirror, his knees.
All of his footsteps sound like her as he shuffles for the table.
She’s left nothing but the dying flowers in the vase
and the breaking milk bottle in the fridge.
The laundry’s not done and it’s trash day.
She’s giving up on him.
He won't say anything.
It’s called a compromise when you both sacrifice.
She would’ve followed him anywhere
but now all she sees
is his burning desire to drink away his losses
and talk away his hurt.
Just a shoulder to cry on,
she’s given up on him.
I wish I would have done a lot of things differently. 😫😬