your chest hurt today,
so did your throat.

but i don't feel bad,
because you deserved both.

Its 3:52 am
and you've called me once again
your crying and I can hear your beautiful sobs through the phone
and the words spilling out of your mouth is accidental poetry
and I'm sorry
I'm so so sorry

Cigarette between my frail fingers
lips ajar
my eyes stare emotion-lessly through the people who thought
they mattered most to me
eyeliner smudged
the clothes on my back
are only black
and I've realized
I'm the girl my parents warned me about

why do all my ghosts
of boyfriends' past
insist on talking
crushes
with me

i don't want to imagine either of us
with anyone but
each other