I wanted to keep you even though you were her boyfriend again before the bruises your teeth painted across my thighs had even faded. I had to wear them like a sick reminder that you were never mine and never would be.
Just like you, we actually wish we’d never heard of the phrase “gluten free.
“We need to talk,” he says as he’s sitting on the edge of my roommate’s bed because the sheets are stripped from mine.
Is that your stage name?