"do you still talk?"
no. no, we don't.
how do we go from talking about
the color of (our) apartment walls
breakfast in (our) bed
and names for (our) mutts
(how did you go from
loving me
"loving" me
to nothing at all?)
no, we don't talk
unless one of us is
drunk
or angry
or sorry
(and it's usually me
it's always me
who loves too much
gives too much
it's always me
who's left behind)
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 3:41 AM UTC
"do you still talk?"
no. no, we don't.
how do we go from talking about
the color of (our) apartment walls
breakfast in (our) bed
and names for (our) mutts
(how did you go from
loving me
"loving" me
to nothing at all?)
no, we don't talk
unless one of us is
drunk
or angry
or sorry
(and it's usually me
it's always me
who loves too much
gives too much
it's always me
who's left behind)
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