i cannot believe.
voicemails from private numbers render me incapable of finishing sentences.
drunkards who speak about love like they know what it is.
they know how it feels.
remember that time
before the lies.
but i was on a bench with someone else.
my phone was still on silent from the movie.
i didn't notice the missed calls until 2am.
i just knew that they were from you.
my heart raced.
i began to shake.
i blamed it on the cigarettes and the coffee and my nerves.
i'm not as good of a liar as you.
it's funny how the universe works.
with its benches.
its way of making you always yearn to be