poetry for the poetic: 5

CXXVIII

monday 8:27am
i woke up with you on my mind.
you called me yours last night —
my heart is still pounding.

tuesday 10:53pm
today i realized we won't work.
what we are is hurting her.
and i think she matters more to me than you do.

wednesday 11:52pm
i broke things off with you today.
she barely said a word.
i've never regretted anything more than this.

thursday 4:03pm
i shouldn't have sent that message.
you shouldn't have been so okay with receiving it.

friday 9:57pm
i almost messaged you today.
i didn't.

saturday 8:49pm
i'm walking around town in search of alcohol.
they say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
i want to put that to the test.

sunday 2:32am
i heard you texted a girl you've never spoken to before.
i wonder if it's because you're trying to replace me.
i can't help but wish you weren't.
i thought i was irreplaceable.