The last time I was here..
I was happy with you. We were like old people because you were having foot odor problems and I was having hearing problems and so you bought me some ear drops and we were having a smoke in the alleyway and you put the drops in my ear and afterwards we kissed and laughed about how gross it was. It was gross, and I always enjoyed kissing you. You had a really fucked up way of making me think you really gave a damn. It’s taken me some time to get to the point where I realize that you probably didn’t. It hurts less now, but there is still something that lingers, like tasting blood in your mouth after biting your lip; the pain is gone and yet the taste remains. Luckily there are plenty of faces in this city that I am happy to see in the same places we went where I was once happy with you. It’s going to take some time, but soon I will be able to say that the last time I was here, it wasn’t with you.