I promised myself I wouldn’t waste
another ******* minute
chasing things that wouldn’t satisfy:
chasing ***** with ***
and letting boys I didn’t care about
chase me, but they didn’t care about me either.
I didn’t (and maybe I still don’t) understand
why two people have to be in love.
What if we both want each other,
what if we both don’t want to love?
The thing is, the outcome of that
is always this:
broken phones, empty bottles,
and endless drives at four am
when we both aren’t talking
because we can’t talk without screaming.
I swore to God I’d leave,
two months ago,
but it’s been six months since
you moved six hours away.
I swore to God I’d leave,
but I haven’t been able to pack up my bags
that I unpacked in your heart.