It never did sit right with me
That night when I led him on
Not only was I embarrassed
But all my principles had gone
I could’ve just blamed the vodka
Or the fact that he was a flirt
But if I’m honest
I’d become a chauvinist
And had stopped caring who I hurt
Embarrassment
I didn’t think
I could fuck things up
Any more if I tried
But then I got drunk
And kissed you back
And now I want to die
(Originally Posted 06.03.2021)
We’ve all been there!
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Glad it’s not just me! 😉🖤
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I’d go so far as to say there’s an element of that every time. What the fuck have I done? But wouldn’t life be boring otherwise? And, sometimes it turns out to be a good move 🙂
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Very true my friend, very true 👍🖤
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Booze brings out our embarrassing sides 😉
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Indeed it does 😬😉🖤
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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👍🖤
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Love love love
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Thank you so much my friend 🖤🖤🖤
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🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
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🖤🖤🖤
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