fucked
"Fuck everyone else," you said like some chemically-induced epiphany. But I can't make you promises like you can't fall asleep sober. I will never know what it means when you look at me like that. I will never make sense of that shit you say. And I will never decode that kiss on my forehead or the night you held my hand. A year after this all began and I'm laying in he next room while you fuck a stripper, and I'm realizing how fucked up that sounds. Last night was the last time you intoxicate me. Tomorrow I hope to wake up and never let that loneliness creep in again so we can look at each other without longing. I want my self respect back. I'm not a stand-in, a plaything. I will not settle for a self medicated wreck.
These are the last words I'm wasting on you.
These are the last words I'm wasting on you.