On a mirror in lipstick:
No hard feelings.
I take pictures about letting go
even though I keep holding on
When I left
nothing happened
You breathed in a lot
but I got the message
I find too much meaning in nothing
Once, I saw a man eat spaghetti on the porch with his dog
and I still think about what that could mean
I scare myself
and I hope I scare you too
what’s fucked up:
I still hope that you love me
and in an ideal world, it would be okay
what’s even more fucked up:
it would actually be okay if you loved me right now
the most fucked up:
we do love each other but you can’t make yourself happy