Hurts

It hurts me to know you’re not doing well. I am not doing well at all.

Brooklyn

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

My ex

used to tell me I was fat every day. Sorry for being so insecure.

The hurt

It’s not how he could hurt you in the first place, it’s how many times you let him.

Too

He said, “see this is why we can’t be together. You’re too emotional.” “I don’t think I’m too anything.” You are never too anything. You are more than enough and more perfect than you’ll ever know. It’s him who isn’t quite enough. Trust me.

Because

“Why did you call me?” “Because I felt like talking to you. Hey can you do me a favor?” Oh that’s why you called.

Gut

“It’s just a gut feeling.” “How long have you been having this gut feeling?” “Since we met.” The shower is the only place I can cry without anyone hearing. A million of my tears just washed down the drain. “Gut feeling.”

Broken

You just broke me in two. “I’ve been doubting us for months.” The rest was just sound and motion.

I was

Supposed to marry you. 

55

I wish we were taking out this mortgage for a place of our own. I wish we still spoke. I wish we still spoke of our plans to move in together. I wish you still loved me. I wish I could still feel your love. I can’t feel it anymore and I’ve never been so