It must be disappointing to you that I have my own money now and your attempts to control me are meaningless.
I don’t miss you. I miss being in love.
Your drunken warmth against my naked body was comforting, but not as comforting as it was to tell you you couldn’t sleep in my bed anymore.
I didn’t expect to fall in love there.
Rent a Ferrari?
I filled my head with culture and my stomach with gnocchi, but even with all Italy had to offer, I couldn’t crowd you out of my heart.
In the Middle of the Night
There is no one I’d rather be up in the middle of the night with than you.
I tell everyone I’m over you. Then I see you, and realized I lied.
How did you manage to turn things around such that I now find myself feeling rejected, when I was the one who walked away?
Spending time around you is like being fried in sweet oil.
I didn’t want my drum set back. I came over to get you back. But I left with my drums instead.
I was just the girl back home.
I wonder if I ever crossed your mind for something other than sex.
It’s not my fault you prioritized me above God, so stop blaming me for your fall from grace.
All of Me
You could’ve had me. All of me. Now we’ll never know.
I remember the first time you spoke to me. I knew you were perfect. We never had a thing, but when we bump into one another, we stare like something’s unfinished.
My hope for us pulls at me like gravity.
I have this weird thing about detached hair, but your hair on my pillow didn’t bother me at all.
Why Not Me
I get your happiness, I really do. She is great. It’s just that I was wondering: Why not me?
I’ve lived with the shards for so long I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be whole.
Why would you settle for a poor imitation when you can still have the original?