I Drove Home

I drove home puking my guts out last night. 

I drove home crying my eyes out last week. 

I drove home smiling my heart out last month.

I drove home singing my lungs out last year.

Often, I wished we never met,
he never wooed me,
we never got together,
I never came back,
he never left.

Unfortunately, we did meet,
he did woo me,
we did get together,
I did come back,
he did leave.

And I was happy,
I was in love,
I put effort,
I was hurt,
I got abandoned.

Friends do what friends do and reassured that it was not me and it was him, the same things that he said. It was cliche, 
it was sudden,
it was stupid,
it was unreasonable.

Shit happens and but life goes on. I just wish the pain would go away soon. 

And I drove home.