Reminders
It’s always the last time. You’re too crazy, you’re too cold, you don’t understand the inner workings of human relationships. Four years later I’m still tripping over things you’ve said. I am remembering your hands, I am remembering when you pierced your ears with blue rhinestones and I am remembering your body closed like a folding chair in a 2 man tent. Thinking of the drunken slurs, the idealism, the ill-placed “I love you”s, pathetic IMs after too many beers. Failed attempts to convince me I am not second best. It has been months since I last spoke with you, and that didn’t bother me until today. I wish you would come back. I’m due to self-destruct.
