I miss you but my hands can’t stop shaking for me to send this.
last night I saw you at the party, you smiled and I felt my heart shatter.
your hand was up my best friends skirt and I refilled my cup six times after that.
your brother called me in the morning after I went home, he said you left hickeys on your ex-girlfriend but mumbled my name in bed.
remember when you kissed my slashes? how you said you wished your lips could drain my sorrow? I crave your mouth like a newborn craves its mothers touch.
the bottle is empty and my mother will wake to see her pills are gone, I apologized to your mom for the cigarettes we smoked.
I love you, I love you, I love you, but you broke my fucking heart.
no amount of pills will cure what you’ve done to me.
you smiled at me again in the hall, you continue breaking my heart.
but I will always let you pick the flowers from my garden.”
the texts I’ll never send