#i still think about you

“tell me to move on. i’m always going to be thinking in possibilities; possibilities that we can get back together, possibilities that things can go back to the way they were, possibilities that you love me, still. and that’s going to drive me mad. so, please. tell me to move on. for my own sake. i can’t unless i hear you say it.”

-tell me you don’t love me like you said you did. c.r.

And now alcohol runs through my veines

and I’m thinking about you

but I am stronger now

I won’t call you this time

I can divide my past friendships into two groups: those that slowly fractured and were always meant to be temporary, and those that still feel unfinished inside me, ghostlike and patient, always with a kind hand outstretched.

I hope you think of me

When you’re turning up your volume

And it lands on thirteen

You’ll change it up so it evens out

I hope you’re taken back

To when we both felt

That fives were the exception

Turns out we weren’t, though

What an odd, odd feeling

To be the only one

In love