Disaster was a synonym for our relationship. Hurricane katrina had nothing on us.
Avoiding me was your nightly ritual. Seven months and you barely made a dent in that matress.
Remember when you promised forever? Me neither.
Late nights wrapped in your arms were when I felt most alone. Weird how that works.
I said those eight letters three times. If you ever did, it was never to me.
Never thought that I’d feel like this. You’re a stranger I used to kiss.
Gone With the Wind was your favorite book. How ironic.
darling, you were quite the heartbreak