Teardrops On My Guitar

‘So I drive home alone,
As I turn out the light.
I’ll put his picture down
And maybe get some sleep tonight.’
The drive home was quiet and tearful. Tears stained my cheeks, a soft whimper escaping. Sad songs seemed to be the only thing playing. Like my mood, sad, depressed, hurt, lovesick, blah blah blah.
The sun was setting as I made my way back from the school. Stupid Nolan. Stupid town. Stupid mom. It was all her fault this happened in the first place. For ever moving here.
I pulled into my driveway, still whimpering and crying. Stupid effect.
I got upstairs to my bedroom and took a long shower, drowning my head in water to override the tears. The sun was fully set by now. I look over to the clock.
12 AM
Midnight…
I curled myself in a ball on my bed after I got dressed, hoping to get some sleep. Yet, here he was, on my mind again. I sighed, tossing and turning in my bed.
I saw it then. A picture. A picture he took of the two of us having a good time.
I stared at it for what seemed like forever. My hand finally shot up and placed it face down on my dresser.
Getting rid of the photo didn’t take away the memory…