“I left my favorite pair of underwear at your house. I know your mother hates me, can I come pick them up? [delete] It’s been almost a month and I still miss you like a fucking limb. [delete] I didn’t know my bones could ache until I met you. [delete] You know, a week before we broke up, do you remember? I had bought a book of poetry. You asked why I didn’t read something more interesting and I could feel my insides splinter. [delete] You said poetry was all lies dressed up to sound pretty. When I look at you these days, I want to ask if sadness sounds pretty to you too. [delete] It’s 3 a.m. and this alcohol tastes like you. [delete] I saw you staring at me today during Lit class. I smiled at you and you didn’t smile back. I almost cried. [delete] The girl who sits next to me smells like you. [delete] I miss you. [delete] I have never had so many bad nights. [delete] Sometimes I write poetry about you on the internet. Strangers who have never met either of us think you’re cruel – they tell me if they had the honor of loving me, we’d have sex three times a day and they’d scream my name when they came. [delete] They think it is beautiful, how I am broken. I don’t think they understand. [delete] You used to tell me I was beautiful. I tried saying it in the mirror the other day, but it sounded wrong without your mouth wrapped around it. [delete] Everything I say sounds wrong without your mouth wrapped around it. [delete]”
— “15 Texts I Almost Sent You” by d.a.s (via vvrists)
