My best friend says I talk in my sleep and all I say over and over again is how could you how could you. Iām getting used to the taste of that question sitting on my tongue with my morning coffee. Iām putting on lipstick just to feel pretty. Iām lying to my shrink because heāll ask me how it feels and Iāll throw up in his office or collapse on the floor. In this place, there is wine before bedtime In my dreams, you break my heart quietly. It is less like snapping a bone in half and more like a hairline fracture, spreading slowly each time I take a step. I know people say the end is the end no matter how it comes but the way it came for us makes me wonder. Last week, a fortuneteller looked into my coffee cup and told me to forget about you. I wanted to tell her my fingertips are spread wide trying to pull all the anger out of my chest. I wanted to tell her I never learned how to forget. Iām talking in my sleep and all I am saying over and over again is how could you.
Fortesa Latifi -Ā in my dreams, you break my heart quietly (via madgirlf)
