i told my therapist about you, while your lips were still slathered alllll over my body. i showed her the places we had been, and all the things we had seen. i told her what lies underneath that pretty pretty skin of yours, and i told her how i knew. i spelt out your name as she scribbled it on her cute little clipboard, i told her about the first night and the second and the fourth and that time in the closet. i told her everything, i really just wanted to get you out of my brain, it didn't matter if saying these things put me in sososo much pain. because you've moved on so why can't i? i told my therapist about you, but i still can't tell you goodbye. i know i'm s t u p i d, for holding on this l o n g, i know it's useless, for wishing you weren't gone. but my words carry on like a heartbeat s l o w steady fast u s e d n t a y i keep keep keep breaking and breaking and breaking and i told my therapist about you.
i think part of the reason why we hold onto something so tight is because we fear something that great will never ever happen twice