i fucked someone else last night.
i don’t know, i thought it’d be good for me.
i thought i liked him,
or maybe i just made myself like him.
i’d hope that you’d text,
and i was disappointed when you didn’t,
but it didn’t hurt the way it used to.
so i didn’t like him.
i didn’t realize until after i had fucked him.
but i didn’t cry over you afterwards either.
but i remember.
i remember your hands - you’ve got nice hands.
your hips - the way you move.
your laugh and your voice when you say - oh god, baby.
it’s valentine’s day.
you told me you’d be alone.
you know you don’t have to be.
oh god, baby, you never have to be.
— letters from drake’s ex; i thought you would’ve called by now, by now, you could’ve had my all by now, by now