I want my secrets back.
I want my heart back.
I want all the words I
ever wasted on you
You don’t deserve them.
No, fuck you. I was worth it.
A mistake repeated more than once is a decision.
It’s funny, how when you are in a relationship with someone, your mind absently notices them in everything and everywhere. Their eye color in your morning coffee, a shirt you think they would like, their name on a building, billboard, or a company with their name, when you are somewhere and see their favorite breed of a dog or cat, their favorite color, their birthday, their favorite food, a song they love, someone with their same name, anything. And when you lose this certain person, you finally notice how much they consumed your thoughts, and it haunts you. It haunts you when you first wake up, when you are out somewhere, when you are taking a shower, when you are walking, when you are driving, even in your dreams and nightmares, you still notice this person, and see them in everything and everywhere. It haunts you, it haunts you, it haunts you.
Every introvert alive knows the exquisite pleasure of stepping from the clamor of a party into the bathroom and closing the door.