eighty

My heart’s relentless though. It refuses to be caged. That kind of strength is really just weakness. 

seventy-nine

You’re a book I annotated too carefully. I highlighted the adventures and sweet words, and wrote notes in the margins of what I thought it could all mean. I was diligent, in search of grand meaning or profound conclusion. But page after page, the novel of you turned to nothing more than shallow fiction. When I reached the back cover I found quotes from girls past, ones I couldn’t imagine existed, and before I knew it the story had ended and it was my turn to evaluate. 

seventy-eight

We all just want plans to cancel, people to ignore, and messages to delete. The human condition is a strange thing: wanting what we can’t have, only to reject it if it comes our way. 

seventy-seven

Unbelievable. You’re absolutely unbelievable. Give me a moment to define that, though, adjectives can go multiple ways. 

seventy-six

Apathy was a mindset I never once could conquer. Something in the back of my heart tugged at the notion that maybe there was still time. I look so far into the future that I miss what’s right in front of me. 

seventy-five

I'm waiting to ignore a conversation we will never have. How can I be over you when you don't give me a chance to practice my cold-shoulder. 

seventy-four

Let’s get drunk and order copious amounts of takeout. Let’s laugh until we cry and cry until we laugh. I wanna delve so deep into your soul, you have no choice but to stay in my arms forever. Baby, the world is filled with a thousand unpleasantries. Love shouldn’t be one; don’t let this moment turn to ruin.