When distance no longer makes the heart grow fonder...but breaks it in two.

I read everyones mushy bullsh..poems and vowed never to write one of these f..kers cause its so cliche we where never about that. We have sex like animals, and curse like truck drivers, you watched me get drunk, and hold my hair back, while I puke, then wash the stains off my face, and your shoes.

Never saw it for what it was
Couldn't see it for what it became
both
looking for somthing else