I realize now,
you have me
misread.

You’re in love
with left-overs.

Fun summers with
your dream-boy,
his pasty skin and
***** bed.

Waiting for a text
or
phone-call,

patient and alone,
in your head.

Dreary eyes
tied to
screens,

only ever seeing
each other
for a few days

and then
every night
in your’ sleep-
no,

dreams.

In theory,
it’s less
than romantic.

And I just thought
you should know,
my love notes
aren’t about
giving in
to old habits.

They clarify
all the reasons
I know how
to live happily
without it.