the breakup letter

francis.

you broke me.
like the first two men in my past.
but this will be the first that i will have to speak up.
i am tired of cutting my tongue
all for costly pride.

remember when it was perfect.
i had my life, you had yours.
the highlight of our day
was you with your cig and me with my frap
i'd only have to inhale your smoke and your stories.
no shit, no drama, nothing to carry home.

that day with the storm
your invite was tight
i wish nothing happened 

despite my burning need for IT.

i said no but you pushed on.

awkward but it felt good

someone finally unlocked me.

you were dangerously fun

cant argue with that.

but you always kept me in a pedestal.

do you think that's okay?

you fucked other women. i tasted her in your dick.