I count my apologies like dollars in my wallet and remind myself I can’t afford someone like her. I try to avoid buying my way out of confrontation but sometimes it’s cheaper than a therapy session. Relationships aren’t commodities but I would pawn my feelings for one good night I’m sure to forget. I’m good for this month’s rent but only until my ex finds her way back into my head. Look money isn’t everything but you realize that there are other ways to sell yourself out? This is the last of it, until tomorrow hits and I realize I love you again.
— emotionally bankrupt