“Do you think he ever loved me?” I asked, awaiting the answer to a question that echoes in my head.
She looked at me as if she was going to comfort me with a lie, but decided to tell the truth as she began,
“He always told you that you deserved the world, but he never gave it to you.
He always wanted you to have everything, but watched you struggle without it.
He always told you how irreplaceable you were, but never once had you stand by his side permanently.
Yes, I think he loved you. I think he loved you in a cowardly way that doesn’t know how to love.
He’s right about all those things. His love is not the love you deserve."
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
I dreamt last night that we were strangers
No more red hair all on your floor
No more old t-shirts in my drawer
I knew nothing of your freckled shoulders
Nothing of your fingers down my spine
I found myself wondering how you took your coffee
As if I'd never watched you brew a ***
I sat smiling as you filled a room with belly laughs
Watched you make the crowd your own
I found myself wanting to leave my red hair on your pillowcase,
Find your old t-shirts in my drawer
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC