Tag: Heartbreak

 It used to be my phone
 that I carried around, 
 in hopes that you'd
 call or, 
 message,
 like or, 
 comment - 
 

 All that meaningless bullshit that we
 equate with love, affection, and respect. 


 Now, it's this little book
 and the words have not 
 stopped pouring forth;
 like lancing
 a boil, 
 all the 
 blood, and
 pus and
 pain
 are coming out. 

 I was tired.

 I wanted to crawl into bed and think of us
fingers threaded together, limbs warm 
against each other, the weight 
of your head on 
my shoulder...

 And then I remembered;

 you said you loved me but we were 
a complication (and then you 
kissed me) in a long 
list of your 
complications.
 So 
I
stayed
awake.