In another universe, I hear your name and remain unfazed. I smell a wind of your old cologne, and in another universe, I don't even turn my head. in another universe, I saw your car on the freeway and didn't even bother to pause to check the license plate. in another universe, our song plays and my head is filled with every single fucking thing except the thought of you. in another universe, I'd never stalk your likes on Twitter or read our old texts. in another universe, I don't care. I don't reminisce. I don't find little pieces of you in everything. in another universe, I don't. fucking. care.
I haven't figured out how to get there, though.
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Teardrops and Tequila
PoetryA one off poetry book. Love, Hurt, Odd Thoughts, Happy Thoughts and everything inbetween.
