My heart is angry and flustered that you forgot about us. You stopped focusing on the seconds of eye contact and small touches, of quick kisses and reaching for your hand in the back of the car in between these big moments.
We both know how
the rain will make it real,
so forgive me when I say
we all need hurricanes to heal.
I’m the girl in the back of your mind, the one that’ll stay there for years to come. But it won’t stay. I’ll be the passing second in between breaths, never for a full minute; you don’t hold your breath for me anymore.
This may not be the girl he fell in love with, but he also fell out of love with that girl, too.
Timing isn’t a bitch but a lack of effort is.
A movie ticket equals consent these days;
and the clothes I wear
are never for myself.
These standards we are putting on dating these days – while entertaining in the form of memes and Instagram posts – are not realistic for the majority of people.
I cooked breakfast out of exhaustion
and humiliation.
I told you the aftertaste would be different
this time, if you eat with me.
I’m exhausted from constantly wondering about you and your life, and daydreaming about a future where we are pulled back into each other’s orbits.