Statistically I will break up with you in 364 days
Your unraveling mental state is difficult on my (unraveling) mental state
I can’t sleep next to you anymore
You cry so much louder than you did years ago when we met
I’m going to write you a letter, and maybe in 5 years or something I’ll send this to you. And it will be out of context, but not really. It’s just about 5am, I can’t sleep, obviously, the anti anxiety meds were helping with that more than I thought. Jae came home late, I had to call him a Lyft. He cried until a thick stream of snot dripped from his face. I casually handed him a box of tissues. He asked if I ever think about how my life would be better if I just left him behind. I said no, I never think that. I told him he’s too hard on himself, he said what if actually he isn’t. We ate tikka masala and he continued to cry until he fell asleep. He said he can’t really eat even though he should, he can’t taste anything, I said that’s probably Covid. He laughed a little. I said you get so desperately sad when you drink, he said it’s not just when I drink, and I said I know.
What I wanted to tell you is what if we really examined ourselves and relationship to each other. What if we said all the things we thought to but never did, out of fear of rejection, embarrassment, or shame. I wish I could know all the parts of you, felt like I was learning them then, and nows there’s just more that I do not know. My biggest fear is everything keeps going on like this.
I feel like edward when he can’t read bella’s thoughts
I don’t get you
and also want to kill you
or kiss you
and am scared
If it’s not for me it’s for her
and I feel like princess diana
I feel like Marilyn Monroe
I feel like Jackie o
I feel like a woman
you hold me like a seatbelt
play me halsey and lana del rey
we talk like babies whenever we feel like babies which is a lot of the time
you clean the dishes I feed the cat
we hold hands when we sleep
you open all the blinds turn on all the lights
I close everything down for the night
you draw the bath, froth my milk
I water the plants, cut the grass
we laugh and laugh because we are laughing
we feed food into each other’s mouths at dinner like those couples do
and even make us hate ourselves
a little bit less
You only ask me if I am upset when I don’t have the right to be
You are a child, and I always meet you more than half way
Baby talk and sleepless nights
Knowing no one else will love my disgusting self
I daydream of going back home
Knowing there isn’t one
316 miles and I feel every inch
I ask about your family
You never fucking check in on me
You said to me let’s be friends
This isn’t that
You talk about me
I haven’t been able to spit out your name in like 8 something years
You pool in my chest, I’m convinced I’m cursed
316 miles and I no longer own a single thing you’ve touched
The blue, paint-splattered sweatpants are gone, the car’s been sold
Even if I could speak your name would anything change
It just pains me too much
Bethany
You sobbed so much that your tears ran down my cheeks
It was the closest I’ve been to crying in years
"Life is Easy"