She cried gently into the phone
“This happens every time...you get drunk and you decide that you don’t love me anymore”.
There was a silence so loud that for a second I thought that’s the only sound I’d ever hear again.
I wanted so badly to tell her that she was wrong..but instead I hung up the phone all together.
I sat my phone down and crawled into bed.
I pressed my face against my pillow and I whispered so quietly that I don’t even know if I actually even said it out loud.




“I don’t”.

She’s the girl you call in the middle of the night just to hear the way her voice sounds because you love the way it rings in your ears for hours even after hanging up. It’s addicting because you can’t get over the way the sound runs down the back of your throat because you always believed that love and laughter were the best medicines. She reminds you of being sick and the tea your mother would make you to cure the aching in your teeth and the throbbing of your tongue. She’s the girl that makes a lemon taste like sugar.

She’s the girl you look at when there’s a ninety percent chance of rain. She doesn’t always smile but there’s a light in her eyes that somehow shines brighter than anything you’ve ever seen. You’ve never touched a cloud but the way her cheeks rise and her teeth glow, you know it’ll be the softest thing you’ve ever had the pleasure of kissing.

Kissing. ****. She’s the kind of girl who won’t lick her lips when she’s nervous. But if you were to tell her that you loved her, she’d look away and bite her bottom lip so hard you’d think it should start bleeding. But that doesn’t matter because when you see the lines on her lips and watch the way her teeth radiate even in the dullest light, nothing…and mean nothing could ever stop you from drowning in a sea of blood before you stopped promising to love her forever.

She’s the kind of girl you’d walk through a hundred fires for because nothing could burn more than not having her fingers intertwined in yours.


She’s the girl that makes you question the idea of love in general because she let you go once already without a chance to hear her voice or see her face one last time.
She’s the girl you stay up until 3am writing poems for because you love when she tells you your writing is painful but she understands that beauty comes in waves and sometimes you have to drown to find the surface again.

She’s the kind of girl you go back to and forgive because she’s the kind of girl you can’t stay away from because she’s the kind of girl that you marry.

She’s the kind of girl you hope loves you back