"I'm at my bff's party rn."
Been here before;
bodies slick with sweat,
pressing in against each other,
taking everything I thought was mine.
"R u the jealous type?"
You're dancing
with someone now.
He's
hot (not me),
funny (not me)
smart (not me),
some smiling SoCal frat boy,
his nose buried in your neck,
as you run your fingers through his hair.
You make a good pair.
My sheets are damp with sweat;
I'm picking at old wounds,
trying to find the words somewhere.
"No."
The two letters I never found.
Instead
I vomited up
years of trust issues,
along with
all that ugly possession in my chest
that bore your name.
You left five days later.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 1:13 AM UTC
"I'm at my bff's party rn."
Been here before;
bodies slick with sweat,
pressing in against each other,
taking everything I thought was mine.
"R u the jealous type?"
You're dancing
with someone now.
He's
hot (not me),
funny (not me)
smart (not me),
some smiling SoCal frat boy,
his nose buried in your neck,
as you run your fingers through his hair.
You make a good pair.
My sheets are damp with sweat;
I'm picking at old wounds,
trying to find the words somewhere.
"No."
The two letters I never found.
Instead
I vomited up
years of trust issues,
along with
all that ugly possession in my chest
that bore your name.
You left five days later.
I wish I had told her the truth; I am in fact extremely possessive, but I am trying to work on it. ******