tell me about the night
you wanted to burn the dictionary
when you couldn't find a word
that fit what it felt like the day he left

you called me lovely and kissed her goodnight
i fell fast and i fell hard
he's like touching a flame and burning myself every time
but somehow i never learn
it breaks my heart that you give everything i gave you to her

so take that, Cupid
i stitched the wound
your stupid arrow left in me
with my own hands
yes, they are shaking
but they did the job

okay, so i was the other woman.

okay, so i can’t call it that. so we were never a thing, never a label, never announced. so she was the pretty one and i was the *******. so i was never your first choice but i was, for a minute, your second.

okay, so maybe it started as cheap entertainment on the nights beer and phone calls weren’t enough and distance got the best of you. maybe i loved you then but i think i hate you now.

okay, so maybe i don’t hate you. maybe i’m just trying to pretend we never happened because maybe if it was all in my head i’d be over it by now. maybe i’m just tired, okay? of being the back-up girl. of being the one who stays, who breaks, who sits in the basement of a burning house just to feel the carpet one more time.
i just don’t want to burn anymore.

love laugh in our faces
when we say we know what we are doing
as if we aren't children but with longer limbs
and longer list of things we didn't get to achieve

May, we meet again
with the cold air starts to creep in
and familiar feelings tried to settle in
i told him
"don't make me fall if you don't plan on catching me,
i may not survive the fall this time"
i get scared and this time it's contagious
something in me is breathless, a little lost, a little more alive than i was before
May,
may we meet again

so you didn't hit the gas
so there's no runaway story here
so we didn’t call ourselves Bonnie and Clyde
i never cut my hair, yours never turned blue
in this city, i don’t even recall your name,
and i’m better for it.