When I came home at midnight smelling like cigarettes and your cologne with a pounding heart my mother told me to be careful, because love hurts and I ignored her and went to bed wrapped in your t-shirt, dragging my finger across my lips, still tasting your kiss, replaying the words ‘I love you’ over again in my head. When I came home at midnight tasting like alcohol and teardrops with a broken heart and wrists covered in blood I realized what my mother had meant and I went to bed wrapped in your t-shirt trying to feel your arms around me again, dragging my finger across my scars, replaying the words ‘I don’t love you’ over again in my head.
