I really wanted it to be you in the end.
It hurts me to know you’re not doing well.
I am not doing well at all.
My ribs stick out through my black turtleneck. It’s getting harder to hide.
I told you I needed you so you said “fine I’ll stay but this isn’t what I want.”
How hard does someone have to hit you for it to be considered abuse?
So many things wrong with my mind lately.
He pushed me down
Crushing my heart
My body soon followed
I really wonder how you’re doing.
Do you still drink coffee at that place on montrose we used to spend our weekends at?
Do you still eat 2 taro brioche buns with a mile long grin to follow?
Do you still take the same subway route?
What time do you catch the L train in the morning?
Do you still wear dark amber and ginger lily on your neck and 2 dabs of blackberry on your wrist?
Do you still have that bracelet I got you from Tokyo?
What about the record we bought together?
Do you still love my mind?
Would you ever love my whole again?
I wonder how you’re doing. I hope you’ve been fine.
Hope to see you again someday. I miss you.