I’ve still got your name written on the bottom of my boot.
I’ve started focusing on things I hated about you, in hopes of getting over this, even though I adore everything about you.
We fell in love but kept falling until it fell apart.
I broke my boundaries by taking a dirty picture for you.
I just want to grab your face and tell you that I’m here, I’m here.
Date With Disturbance
I don’t want you to be happy that I went on a date with someone. I want that to be disturbing, not comforting.
Only a Little
I find myself, saying over and over, “You just weren’t the girl for me.” I’m starting to believe it, but only a little.
I hate when people surprise-tickle me now, because I know when I turn around to see who it is, it won’t be you.
Okay…It’s been years. Let’s move on now, shall we? Or, you know, get back together. Whichever.
Since you’ve been gone I cannot eat my cereal with milk.
Remember that time I looked at your phone? I still wanna vomit from what I found.
I wanted to be the jungle you could hide in.
A Red Streak
Every red car I see makes me think of you. And red cars are pretty common.
All Good Things Must Move to Spain
You were a model, a masseuse, and had hair like Taylor Hanson. It was real. Then you moved to Spain.
I still can’t forget the way your back looked when you turned away from me in bed.
Your shirt is crumpled on my body, trying to fake your last hug.
I’m pretty sure you had a crush on me once. Care to renew it, since I keep renewing mine every time I see you?
Drinking and Dreaming
It makes sense that only when I fall asleep drunk, do you make a cameo appearance in my dreams.
Although I always knew what to expect when you said you had “a surprise” for me, I still had to prepare myself for you to flail your flaccid penis from side to side in an attempt to seduce me. Sadly enough, I miss everything about you, even that.
Between My Fingers
Do you remember when you first held my hand? Now all you’ll ever be is the empty spaces between my fingers.
You didn’t lie when you quoted John Mayer singing, “I’m gonna find another you.”
I loved you. But I didn’t want to be the girl who waxes her boyfriend’s eyebrows.
I only smoked shisha with you so I could get closure. Now I’m dizzy and alone.
I was never good with words. You never even gave me a chance to show you how unwordy I could be.
Don’t you get it? That it could never work was what made it work.
A Simple Philosophy
We had long and enlightening philosophical discussions. So why is it all I want from you is a simple, “Hey. What’s up?”
Every time I look at my book of lesbian love stories, I think of you.
You and I will always be unfinished business.
I hope I ruined Joanna Newsom for you.
Listen For Real Birds
You used to pretend to be baby birds on my answering machine. I wish I still had those messages.
How do I get rid of that part of me that is you?
There's Rarely a 'Why'
For future reference, can you at least tell me why you stopped loving me?
I hate that all the cheesy things you did and said were a lie. I’m sure I’ll find someone who will be truthfully cheesy with me.
I should have never idealized you the way I did.
Sim As It Ever Was
I made a Sim of you and me—they fell in love instantly and they’re happy together.
Not Too Old
It didn’t bother me that you were too old, what pissed me off was you being way too married.
Our photo booth pictures are tucked into The Botany of Desire to mark Chapter 3—Desire: Intoxication/Plant: Marijuana
I thought your 3AM stops for half-hour long hugs on my stoop were romantic, until I realized that you were so crazy a hug from a mannequin would’ve sufficed.
Eiffel For You
We’ll always have Paris, though it’s slightly gayer for you.
You don’t have to miss me.
D & S
I wish you could come over for dinner and snuggling anyway.
You always used to say “damn girl” like I was too wild for you to handle, but it was really you who was “too wild” to handle a relationship.
Right to Lilt
I knew it was over when you said “abortion” in a sing-song voice.
The picture you emailed did not reflect what you look like in real life. What are you, an Arby’s?
Making love to you felt like coming home to a surprise birthday party.
Sure I looked at other girls, but I was not plotting my escape.
More Than That!
Our mothers have the same middle name. How many more signs do you need?
Why do I still feel like you care?
Does This Request Come Up a Lot?
You’re still the only person I’ll let go down on me during Craig Ferguson.