I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.
I almost messaged you today.
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.
— a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.