ninety

I hate the girl who broke you; inadvertently, she broke me too. 

eighty-nine

Lana del Rey spins on the record player and sweet wine makes my tongue feel like velvet. Bless the nights I’m alone, but not lonely. 

eighty-eight

Check me off your list, baby. Quickly, though, your new broad’s calling from upstairs. Wouldn’t want her thinking you didn’t care, right? 

eighty-seven

The worst thing you can do is make someone feel a worth they only dreamt of, and then slowly strip them down to less than they started with. 

eighty-six

It’s a shame you checked out before I decided to check in

eighty-five

You messed up my sleep cycle just like you messed up my mind. I blame you entirely for blurry reminiscences and unannounced 4AMs.