& there was a lamppost, of course, because we met in the dark on the first night we kissed and it's only fitting that we met in the dark on our last night, too.

i waited until i got in the car to cry (i've never wanted to let you see my weakness) (nothing changed, nothing changed).

you are a heartless robot, only capable of judgment and anger and superiority. but maybe i wanted to give you a heart for all of those reasons.

it was bad and it was good, it was illumination and it was pitch black, all at once. my feet felt light but my heart felt heavy and my ears felt sore as you listed the whys and i asked the whys.

i could literally never hate you, but i sure have come close (your sweet talk and sugar kisses have pulled me off the ledge before, but this time i walked away on my own, content in my "it's not that i don't like you, it's that i don't like the things you've done to me" exenut)

part-time lover and full-time heartbreaker, i feel no twinge on my heart strings as i watch you walk away this time