The fire inside
Tonight I sat by my parent's fire place.
The same fireplace where we use sit, chat, and laugh while my parents were gone on winter vacation.
The same house where I took my first puff.
The same house where I slept next you the first time. That rainy evening full of omens, laughter, and irony.
Tonight, while I ate, I saw the olives you'd use to eat for me.
I know it sounds silly but I wonder if you'll ever take care of me in those silly ways again, or will those olives just get thrown away?
I have no idea what to do or say and I can't believe how much I have to watch my mouth. Or tell myself that what I'm doing is not okay.
I haven't censored myself this much since Seana died.
My friend Tatiana told me breakups are like a death in your life...
Except if you're on your best behavior they might just come back.
The same fireplace where we use sit, chat, and laugh while my parents were gone on winter vacation.
The same house where I took my first puff.
The same house where I slept next you the first time. That rainy evening full of omens, laughter, and irony.
Tonight, while I ate, I saw the olives you'd use to eat for me.
I know it sounds silly but I wonder if you'll ever take care of me in those silly ways again, or will those olives just get thrown away?
I have no idea what to do or say and I can't believe how much I have to watch my mouth. Or tell myself that what I'm doing is not okay.
I haven't censored myself this much since Seana died.
My friend Tatiana told me breakups are like a death in your life...
Except if you're on your best behavior they might just come back.