Empty p.1

1:30 in the morning.

Liquor bottles being poured, weed being smoked, and that girl you didn't like from middle school is getting stroked by that guy you knew in high school. You're the life of the party.

sharing more hugs and kisses, one would think you're running for president . The memory of me lays in your wallet right behind that gold wrapper. I thought your love was a permanent resident but really, you just want to be a nut- cracker.

A nut -buster.

Nut -on others.

Nut-insider.

Nut inside-....her.