I remember naps with you
God, your arm
         my arm
         your leg
         my leg.
Can we go back there?
Even if just for one day?

You see
my heart was bursting then
and I can still feel it now,
in the same way that I can still smell the salt
on your skin.

She's probably feeling the way I felt before,
Sometimes I miss you, when I don't have the right anymore.

Don't forget the scratches that healed into nothing
He might not have scarred but he certainly clawed
Aimlessly and wild
At your heart
His intent set on never loving you right
That counts for something
So don't let him back in when he lies crying at your feet
Begging to be understood and pleading sorrow he doesn't feel
Bruises may lose color but never their ghost
So remember that because each hit after
Will hurt a tiny bit more than the one before

Please,
Dear God. Woman.
Just go away.

We're happy.
Sort of.

We love each other.
I promise.

We're struggling, I know.
But, not in the way you think.

Let me assure you,
You're his past.
There is no room for you.

We have suffered loss,
But we can heal each other,
Without you.

I'm sure you're hurting.
I've been there.
I know each touch burns,
And every kiss scars.

But, Please.

I beg you.
Just go the **** away.

All you're doing is hurting
Two broken people.
We could have been three.

Please. Please. Please.
Just leave us,
Just the two of us.
Leave us the **** alone.

I don't know how I feel towards you anymore. I almost feel like I can hate you like you hate me, but something scratches at me, a million people tearing at my insides.
The naive highschooler, the little "man", the lustful *******, the vengeful ******* in me now, and the one that wishes you could just be okay.

I can't ******* figure out which one is me, was me. What I want for you, from you, or why it even matters..

I want to be sorry, I am sorry, but the vengeful ******* still screams ****** ****** in my head.
"It was all *******, she wants to believe she's any better when she used you. She wants to judge and not be judged. Blame you for everything she hates in herself."

I try to drown him out with noise, music, love.
But I can't stop the nagging that you were selfish, and even more so, you were entitled.
You've always been everything you hate in me, and now more.
A victim that always denies herself love.

What the hell is you ******* problem?!! I know you have a ******* job and need to eat. But make it an obsession??

What the hell is your ******* problem??! Sweet nothings and empty promises??!! I am not a **** psychiatrist so you better ****** off.  

What the hell is your ******* problem??!! (To the Tibetan guys) you have bad taste in women’s ethnicity. Have we traveled to the cononial USA where it’s wrong to be ethnic.  

Up yours.

Dear previous flame,

For whatever you may feel, know we are mirrors.
For whatever insecurity you may look to cure, through searching hard and unsubtle in the profile I choose to share,
Know that I’m a shadow, searching hard through a shared room that was yours before it was mine—
Looking for any sign of superiority, a crack in the impenetrable armor I built for you.
I know you’re my reflection on the outside looking in.
You’re his past but my potential future and the empathy I feel runs deeper than the credit you’d dare give me.
The truth is I see you in every girl who could remotely fit your description, despite knowing your exact image.
You are not a threat, but a curiosity nonetheless.
Because after all, any record broken is only as good as above second place.