you tell me i'm the first person you ever really loved we lie in bed and you stroke my hair as if it's something i live for you to do after our drunken bodies intertwined on the couch to American Beauty tears of frustration from my paper eyelids why can't i control my outbursts why am i so sad why can't i find anything to make me happy you sit across the room and refold my green blouse for the 13th time and gaze at my suitcase i realize you could never comfort me again turning away because i can't bare to look at your face you're sorry you lied and you thought it would be better if i didn't know and now we're in a sauna in italy two bottles of wine down and i can't tell if this is passion or desperation passionate desperation it was the last time your lips kissed my neck and i think back on my mistakes and i crush them up and i snort them there is an ocean between us and theres no reason you wouldn't think that she's prettier i always made fun of you for liking the front bottoms i push your hand off of my thigh as i sob into my plate at breakfast i cry in the airport when the lady from customs asks me about my trip i cry harder when she says she hopes i can visit you again soon we embrace for the very last time i tell you to never speak to me again you don't you never looked back as i pulled my suitcase through security i wish you had i'm really sorry about the front bottoms