I don't care about the stabs I don't care about the lies I don't care about the loss
I never did I never will
I don't care about you abandoning me in the middle of nowhere or making me doubt every single person I meet or forcing me to look at the mirror and despise the foolishness I had.
I don't care about all the above.
I try to convince myself every night that I don't. But, I do; I fully keenly wholesomely do care and my care was my doom.
Mexican food from that joint near your dads The pooling spotty blood on my bitten lips My mothers words My fathers driving
Sadness is The look she gave me when I told her what he did to me The burn marks on my hips Fogged up glasses Cheap ***** Smoking a cigarette all the way down to the end
Joy is His laugh The way the baby hair on my arms stand up when it’s cold and I feel alive Italian food made together Olive jars Macs soft ears
I love you. Have you eaten ? I love you. How did that assignment go in the end ? I love you. There’s kombucha in the fridge I love you. There’s this song I think you’ll like I love you. Did you get home okay? I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.