St. Patrick's Day

Nostalgia is biting at my heels again.
I was out spending time with a friend
when I walked into your store.
There you stood, hard-eyed and tall;
angry that you had to speak to me at all.
And I, the legendary psychotic ex?
I made my purchase and walked away.
Because honestly, what else was there to say?

A hundred nights held in your arms
ended in my brokenness
and that's all there is left between us,

so tip back your Guinness
and smile.

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By the way, happy anniversary.

Reviews

[Angelheaded Hipster]

Wow. I remember that.

And I will drink my Guinness, DRINK IT UP!

(couldnt resist)