past simple praise:
he loved me
but he loved his pain more
i pulled him into the bathroom once, it was dark
his warm fingers gently plucked at my heart
for some time
the way we kissed was art
his rhetoric far surpassed mine
every time
he asked me how my day was,
i proceeded to word vomit
i talked about the most useless shit
when i asked him about his,
i got a shakespearean fucking sonnet
present perfect pain:
i have never been good at thinking things all the way through
and that is why i've fallen so deeply for people like you