i’m not waiting for you anymore.
at least that’s what i tell myself.

i’m getting dinner with friends.
i’m taking better care of my skin.
i’m going to class and writing papers and i don’t let myself reread old texts.

but on the weekends, i put on my makeup and i stare at my phone.
on the weekends, i sit at the bar and smile emptily at men i know i won’t take home.
on the weekends, i wear my slinkiest dress and i smoke out on street corners.

i’m not waiting for you anymore.
i hope you aren’t waiting for me either.

—  letters from drake’s ex; same city, same friends, if you’re looking for me