i can write you pretty words.
but this is a story and i cannot seem to
write another ending.
we loved, and we loved, and we loved.
and then you threw your hands up
with reasons in your head, that i cannot grasp.
with reasons in your heart, that keep me
awake
every
single
night.
and now i love, and i love, and i love.
and you're not coming back.
i know damn well,
new lovers line your bed, with long necks to kiss.
with long limbs that tangle and twist.
and im sure their skin tastes better than mine,
im sure their tongues are much wetter than mine.
was i not enough?
did i not love you hard enough?
did i not spend days and ni