no more apology texts. no more reckless highway speeding. no more scribbled poetry in the back of spanish class. there is nothing left to lose. there is nothing left for you.
you haven’t seen me since i dyed my hair and it’s nice to have something you didn’t get to ruin. i’m dressing different too and lipsticking my way out of the girl you tore apart. i can finally breathe easy. i can finally be grateful that i never really meant it when i kissed you.
look, it’s me without you. look, i’m doing just fine. look, goddamn it, i’m lighter than i’ve been in months. there are seven billion people on the planet. i don’t think you matter so much anymore.
I MET SOMEONE WITH YOUR NAME AND DIDNT FLINCH // s. osborn
You literally sought me out, invited me to take videos of you playing motocross, brought me to your cabin, kissed me for the first time, laid me on my back and took my shirt off. You fixed my flat tire after I left it at your place because you were being an asshole. You faked having sex with your girlfriend/beard because you wanted to keep hanging out with me. You're always texting me and asking me to meet you on rooftops. You kissed me in the middle of the city and taught me how to ride your motorbike and you say I'm stalking you??