I hate how the nights all blend together. one nauseating blur of lipstick-smeared kisses, whiskey and cigarettes.
I couldn’t even feel it when you told me you loved him. maybe because your hand was still wrapped around mine or maybe I was just too far gone. when my lips found their mark, there was no warmth. only pity for a fool who was caught up in yesterday.
I didn’t think twice before getting into that cab. no need to look back, no courage to try to.
last night I was gone again. I stared into a face and fought about how nothing ever lasts. I know that was a lie because this is forever. when she walks away and I stand, staring at yesterday.
that wasn’t you last night. but they’re all you in the end.