the art of loving you

fourteen.

here's to the kids alone tonight -
the ones who are home alone
in love with someone
who doesn't love them back
and whose lips will be on another's
when the clock strikes midnight.
the posts are popping up
promising resolutions
that will be a haze by dawn;
i've resolved to stop loving you
and it's nothing to cheer about.
there's a drunken celebration
going on next door
but come tomorrow morning
i'll be the one hungover
on loneliness.

xxx

a/n: happy new year!!