“You thought I was beautiful with bruises on my neck.. and chest- you played ‘connect the passion marks’ with your tongue.
If we weren’t in love, it was the closest I had ever been.
You loved me when you were high. You loved me when you were drunk. You loved me when you were sober at 4 a.m- and I was crying, my tears were like acid, burning our failures into your skin but you didn’t move, you held me tighter. You kissed me harder. We fucked our regrets away.
But we knew we didn’t have forever- even though you kissed empty promises of it, onto my collar bones, I knew you couldn’t keep it.”
- I hope you’re doing okay, and I forgive you because I knew you couldn’t stay.