We would have dinner and then we would watch TV on your bed. We’d lay down next to each other, on our tummies, and I would kick my legs up and down in the air.
Sometimes when I let my legs rest, my foot would be touching one of yours.
A tornado could blow through the room, devastate everything, and all I would feel is your skin touching mine - time frozen in the small square inch of space where our toes touch, and I’m sure you never even noticed.
when there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.
god, that was strange to see you again, introduced by a friend of a friend. smiled and said “yes, I think we’ve met before,” and in that instant it started to pour. captured a taxi despite all the rain, we drove in silence across pont champlain. and all of the time you thought I was sad, I was trying to remember your name.
the scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin. tried to reach deep but you couldn’t get in. now you’re outside me, you see all the beauty, repent all your sin. it’s nothing but time and a face that you lose. I chose to feel it and you couldn’t choose. I’ll write you a postcard, I’ll send you the news - from a house down the road from real love.
live through this, and you won’t look back. live through this, and you won’t. look. back.
there’s one thing I want to say, so I’ll be brave. you were what I wanted, I gave what I gave. I’m not sorry I met you. I’m not sorry it’s over. I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save. I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save.
STARS - “Your Ex-Lover Is Dead”
I keep thinking about and reminding myself that the last time we spoke you said: “I love you. I want you to be a part of my life forever.” But that was over two years ago now and we haven’t seen or spoken to each other since, and nearly every day I wonder if those words you said were like a promise you were keeping - that you would always love me, and that you would always want me to be a part of your life forever. Do you miss me, Mister Misery?
