Late Nights In January

can I let you in on a secret? I laid in his bed and I thought of another.

Letting him go was a hit of fresh air.

I laid in his bed and brought our lips together in a sloppy attempt to not look at him

I looked at all my failed romances and took it upon myself to write screenplay

but love is not a car

You cannot go to a junkyard and expect to walk out with the qualities he is lacking

You cannot take a boy and make him a puppet for your bad adaptation of Shakespeare

The pieces never fit and he never laughed at my jokes

I didn’t feel a thing when he touched me and the drive home always felt like an eternity

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