It was the look in his eyes as he held my hand. The taste of alcohol still fresh and the vulgar smell from the scent of his breath.
He’s been drinking a fair while.

He kissed my hand and told me about the future. As bright as he set it out w a slur of words.
I couldn’t help but hold my breath and not believe a word he said.

He’s told one too many white lies in his time. This just being another.

And like every other girl, one day, this will all be a distant memory we can reminisce upon.