i take every word you say still
when they're not even towards me anymore
i take them all and swallow them whole
i wash them down with my own self pity
interesting
isn't it
you now claim to be everything i was
everything that you made me feel less of a person for being
if love confuses you it's because you don't know love
love isn't confusing, people are
you were
people balance their love on steeples and glass
on half full and half empty gin drinks
if only i could just stand up
walk away and be okay
my dear friends' eyes tell me that it's time that i packed you up
but memory is still attached to my skin
and packing you up means to pack up me
it's obvious in my own eyes
i'm not ready