fun times @ the bus stop

Story Time! 

So I was waiting at the bus stop on my way to work, right? There’s a group of little shits young high schoolers waiting at the same stop smelling like raging hormones and what have you. 

So theres this ONE girl that looks at me and starts making fun of my khakis and my hair (my luscious afro tyvm) and how my eyebrows are thick and how my pants were tucked into my winter boots because we were knee deep in snow…a bunch of ridiculous nonsense. 

I looked at this young girl deep into her eye sockets and through to her soul and said in the most monotonous tone,
“There’s nothing you can say that will offend me. Because I’m already dead inside.” And I swear by the gods I saw all the joy and life she gained from insulting me leave her eyes. 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
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.

Sunday 2:32am
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.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.