Sour Juice

I walked around the county fair looking for you. I sacrificed my life for six months for this moment. You were going to kiss me, I just knew it. As I looked, I found our group of friends talking all around you, I knew I was right. I wore a colored tank top, the summer of love. But when I got there, the summer turned cold. I was in the middle of a circle of all of our friends. I could hear the sound of pictures being taken. Laughs and chatting filled the evening air. I would have rather been anywhere. He said things weren't working out, and dropped me like a trend, through a smile he posed for a camera. Tears streamed down my face and anger filled inside me. I walked away, he didn't get to see me. He threw me out and I'll make him sorry. I don't like revenge or holding grudges, so they way I made him pay was acting like I was fine, and like nothing ever happened. My life was a tall glass of sour juice, and he was drinking every drop.