We were so young, what else were we to do? We had nothing to give but ourselves, pulling and ripping each other apart until there was nothing to give except hollow eyes and empty i love yous, our bodies, and it didn’t even feel special anymore, it never really did, just empty angry lust for something greater.
The blurry sounds of the party were blocked out when we laid on your trampoline in the dark and you told me that you loved her. I rolled over into another boy’s arms and let him bite me on the neck. I was hoping you’d be jealous.
This used to be our thing. Just “hey”. We wouldn’t need to say anything else but that. It meant a thousand words to us. Now I think that me running outside as you drive by to scream “Fuck you!” says a lot more.