"i wish i could hold someone at night."

"am i not worthy enough for you?"

"false, i just stated that-"

"you're being selfish and disloyal, like how you were to him before he left you."

"do not bring him into this."

"cmon, all you can do is practically sob and think about him! you know it, don't lie to me."

"yes, but i'm-"

"that's my good girl, now come here and lay with me, you know **** well there's no one else you can run to."

"i'm tired of laying in your arms, i want to change who i am for MYSELF. i want you out of my ******* house."

"you better behave, or else those 8 months of staying clean and serene will wash down the drain so quick your head will spiral faster than any other you've experienced. got that?"

". . . yes."

"aw look, i've taught you so well, haven't i? i'm all you need, those silly distractions can wait. remember they're only temporary."

"i love you."

"you envy me."

the words spilled from her mouth

here i sit,
as my best friend,
tells me
you have another.

i shouldn’t care.
but i do.

no matter how hard i try,
the poetry for you in which i write,
never ceases.
it just keeps pouring out of my soul.
it sometimes seems as if,
the poetry i write for you is what keeps my heart beating.
what keeps me breathing.

but now, what am i supposed to do?
her?
seriously?
do you think she will love you?
do you really think she will love you?
please tell me.

it’s hard to think of you with another
because we used to be so in love with each other.

it’s been a long time since we last spoke,
but it feels as if all the memories of us i have were just made yesterday.

you have another.
who will never,
ever,
love you in the way i could.

but my question for you is,
will you love her in the way you could towards me?