Icy

When she says she likes them long & thick.

10-7-2016

So we lose something important. So we forget about it altogether until your he or she asks:

“What happened to us?”

I’ll tell you what happened. We never got a chance to grow without one another. So we did the opposite of growth, we decay. I’ll tell you what happened. I changed first. My hands stopped reaching out for yours one of those casual boring days– I got comfortable. I thought you to be forever. In some way, you’ll always be timeless to me. In some way, we’ll always be together. I’ll tell you what happened next. You did. You happened. All of my empty threats to leave you, they finally broke you. So you found comfort among strangers. I don’t blame you. I never did. I would’ve left me too. I’ll tell you what happened last. I know why you did it. All of my new friends are strangers. I get it now. Strangers are like one night stands, except you don’t have sex with them. You tell them your story. You see, my story about you is way different than your story about me. When strangers ask me why I write so magnifyingly– why I snipe their hearts, why this magical carpet just won’t quit– I always tell them about you. You placed a passion so deep into my soul that I’ve burned my way through hell just to see if you’d return. You want to know what really happened between us? The truth is: