less than you hoped for

from me on your big day, love, isn’t this sweet? I’m breaking out and running blinded into the street. This one can’t wait, I’m so ashamed. Sorry, I regret to say that you have made such a big mistake. Still, I’m in line to see the hit parade. I was late. Why? I went to the bar. That’s kind of fucked up, seeing how I don’t drink. It was then that I realized, I’m the poorest of sorts, far less than you hoped for. Swore to uphold and be there by your side on the day that you reserved. Forget and run, I couldn’t damn you to the life I’m dreaming of. Sorry, I regret to say that we have seen better days. Still, I’m in line to see the hit parade. I was late. Why? Who’s at the bar? That’s kind of fucked up and oh, by the way, it was then that I realized I’m the poorest of sorts, far less than you hoped for.

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