ninety-one

My eyes start to sting in reminiscence and my head starts to shake in new found clarity. My head is spinning impossibly fast and my words are coming out impossibly slow. That's how we were, though, weren't we?

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.