"I wanted to take you by the shoulders and ask why everything I’d given you wasn’t enough. Turns out it was, and you were just too stupid or too blind to see it.”
— Azra T, Letters For the Boys Who Broke My Heart (via scarletdarlingxo)


i drank some wine tonight, and I will go to work tomorrow
hungover or exhausted or drained because,
i am thinking of you at 1 am, and i would hate to admit how often this happens
but i think at least i am not in bed next to a woman named margaret while
swallowing another woman’s name in my sleep, choking on it to wake up
at least i am not lying to myself that you are the first face i see when
my mind is free to do as it likes.  

at least i do not wake to lies drying in the corner of my eyes,
kissing a man who does not know the way my skin felt two years ago
or how i cried because i once killed a racoon while driving home high
and what my parents look like when they are kissing in the kitchen on christmas eve.
at least i am not trying to rationalize the echo in my lungs while i shower.
at least i do not have to say a name that sounds bitter in my mouth
because it is not yours.