wondering if you went to that basement show
and if you thought of me when you heard Earl Grey
you cared about what i gave you, what i did for you. but you never actually cared about me.
anditslove
“Lonely, ain’t it? Yes, but my lonely is mine. Now your lonely is somebody else’s. Made by somebody else and handed to you. Ain’t that something? A secondhand lonely.”— Toni Morrison, Sula
Went a month without talking. All that time I spent missing that piece of shit who left me while I was with you, why did I waste it? After you left, you were all I could think about. All I wanted was to spend time with you. I went out on dates. All I could think about was how badly I’d rather be drinking beer with you, watching stupid YouTube videos in my bed. I’d wake up on Sunday mornings and hope you’d be there next to me.
Fuck Sean. Fuck whatever happened to me. Fuck everything that happened in the last three years. I’m sorry I spent so much time wallowing instead of seeing what I had in front of me. I know what I want now. I want to take you to Homegoods. I want to spend hours in record stores with you. I want to lay on you while you’re sitting in your office chair watching videos of past shows. I want to do beer runs at midnight with you. I want to wake up shivering because you hogged all the covers again. I want to spend my weekends with you. I want to giggle and laugh and cry with you.
I’m so happy you came back to me. I want this time to be good. I just want to make you happy. I know that I want you. And I mean it this time.
*uses my thumbs to lift my bra straps like an old timey political man would with his suspenders* im the mayor of titty city, bitch
(via mens-rights-activia)