“When he landed himself in the hospital
for what barely amounted to alcohol poisoning,
you were the one who told me
where he was and
we should have known,
from that moment on, that we
were more reliable than he ever was.
I’m sorry
that I let you watch him kiss me. I’m sorry
that your lipstick was still on his mouth. I’m sorry
that he held you when my heart was still
tucked in his breast pocket.
I’ve learned there’s no such thing
as getting someone out of your system.
It only makes a mess of everything.
After he left, you found me–
we cried our way through this.
Darling,
you were the softest sunset I
ever got drunk with. But to him
we were both just stand-ins. And when
he got the girl he actually wanted, we both
ceased to exist to him.
It took two of us to make half of her and
both of us to turn two halves into
what we thought would never be whole.
We stood each other up, when it was over:
a tower of blocks, too easy
to tip over. And
when I thanked you, you said
I know you love him as much as I do. And I’ve never forgotten that.”
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WE WERE NEVER MAD AT EACH OTHER (HOW COULD WE BE?) by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)