I’ve done so many things for you to hate me at this point
Late night urges

Late night urges

Once a cheater always a cheater
I keep writing you letters thinking you’ll read them one day. Sadly you won’t
I fucking hate you so much for putting me through this. But I still don’t want to let you go
I should have told you I love you while I still had the chance
Let’s be emotional wrecks together

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

Some things are better left unsaid.  (via fawun)