i could never understand why you
loved her more, or why you loved
her at all, because she left a sick
feeling in your stomach and a bad
taste in your mouth and love is
supposed to be sick in a good way,
not sick in a “tell my mom i love
her” kind of way.
and i could never understand
why i loved you more, or why i
loved you at all, because you left
bruises on my heart and bruises
on my skin and i forgot the taste
of your lips because i was
drowning in my tears and love
is supposed to be drowning in a
good way, not drowning in a
“oh my god there’s so much
blood” kind of way.
and i couldn’t understand why
you were able to fuck her with
the lights on and off, but you
couldnt even hug me in front
of your mom, and she always
looked at me with sad eyes
and i never understood why
until i overheard her one night
after dinner while she said “let
this poor girl go now before you
break her heart.”
and i have yet to understand why
you loved her more or why you
loved her at all because saying
her name burned your throat worse
than alcohol did and she left you
with a smile on her face and
her knife in your chest but you
still crawled after her.
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