Drunk text

Hollywood
People abound
Spots we hit.
First date.
Epic date.
Our time?
Too late
I wanna hit you
Just a simple Hi
Can’t bring myself to
It’s not worth the pain
I really wanna say more
But it’s pointless
Thought I was over it
Never been more wrong.
Even after the back stabbing
I know everything.
I am nothing
Blackhole of emotions