i've been writing you a letter. sometimes it begins

everything always turns out this way. i've forgotten you. again. like you were dead or i'd been drinking a lot.

sometimes, it doesn't

if love were inexplicable like shotgun shells and the way your eyelashes feel against my spine late nights then

i've been seeing someone else

no. again. that's no way to begin.

then, jesusfuck. can't you see. you

and maybe i've been drunk enough
let down enough
cried stupid and dry more than enough
maybe this is the end

used to believe we were
valid excuses for a relationship

if you can see. what i mean.