1. How do I say this poetically: you fucking destroyed me. 2. The number of calls from you on my phone is zero. The number of calls from me to you is one.
I asked you repeatedly,
To prove you give a damn,
But I caught you redhanded
Liking your ex’s Instagram.
Your twenties bring the death of a lot of friendships. But they’re also responsible for the birth of friendships that are much deeper, fulfilling, and heartening than you’ve ever experienced in your life.
The fifth time that you said you were leaving,
you started sleeping on the dining room floor.
Sometimes, my hands are too rough and I don’t know how to smooth out the parts I should. I don’t always remember the right ways to care for someone.