I think you were high last night when you and your friends egged my house. You saw the tears in my eyes and kept going. When you were out of eggs you didn't leave. Your friends were gone, but you stayed in my front yard and lit your cigarette. You then started yelling slurred words. The one thing I did hear you say was,
"This is what you do to me Carmen."
Then you vomited in my rose bush and stumbled home.
I would've cried but I can't. I've ran out of tears for you Maxwell. Frankly you don't deserve them.
