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Remember when we listened to No Need to Argue?

You closed your eyes and hummed along. You

took me to that bar and held my hand. Now

I can’t be with you I can’t even listen–how

could I hear her voice and not think of your hair

twisted in my fingers, smell of cloves, I didn’t care

that you hung up on me, the way you threw me out

of your apartment. I can’t control these ridiculous thoughts

can only regret everything you said, everything I said,

everything we ever did or believed, the steak, the red

wine, spilled on the floor, like blood, like knowledge

of the past, what I understood as we neared the edge

of what we could become. You stood, naked, between

him and me. I didn’t know then what it would mean. 

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