i heard you were doing acid this weekend burning holes in your brain. were you trying to burn away the pain? do you hurt like i do? it’s hard to let you go because you’ve burned a hole in my brain, too. i still smell you when i hear your name. my nostrils burn like my eyes.
my parents asked me if i meant it when i said goodbye this time. i said i did. today, anyway. i might change my mind if you come back home because your hand is where my hand belongs. you’re everything i hate.
i wasn’t planning to fall this hard but i guess you warned me. i didn’t cry until i let my mind remember why i cried last time. i’m scared.