I approached a kid and asked,
“What is love?”
The kid answered,
“Love is when a puppy licks your face”
I laughed but then he added,
“Even when you left him alone all day”
You were the first person I gave myself to in a long time.
It wasn’t intentional, it really just happened.
Everything happened so effortlessly, you were so familiar
I suddenly became addicted in such a short time.
I never told anyone this but you’re the reason I smoke cigarettes
You’re the reason I drink coffee religiously now
I remember your kisses, they were my favorite. They left the taste of Marlboro and black coffee in my mouth
I never wanted it to leave
I had to find a way to taste it all the time.
I hope you’re happy because you deserve it
I rather you happy than me, because I’m more familiar with sad and being hurt. I kind of know how to deal with it now.
I’m used to it.
I hope if I ever am loved again, it’s by someone like you
But I really hope I’m not ever loved again.
You’re lovely, my dear.
I hope you miss me.
Sometimes someone says
something really small
and it just fits
right into this empty place
In your heart.
I would tell you I miss you but what’s the fucking point. You don’t love me anymore and I fall asleep crying every night praying to whoever the fuck may be listening that you’ll call me and tell me to come home.
You feel so lonely
And you start to cry
But nobody understands
Just how broken you really are