Apparently it’s not socially acceptable for a man to invite another man out just for coffee or to go out for a meal, in case it’s perceived as a date. Like it’s fine if you wanna go to the pub and drink beer and have a chat but make it non-alcoholic and suddenly you’re not straight anymore? You can go to the cinema together but ONLY if it’s an action movie. You guys can’t even just go shopping with each other. Oh masculinity, so fragile, so strange.
How many empty bottles and burned out cigarettes until I stop missing you? How many empty arms of people whose names I don’t need to know until I forget yours? How many pills until I no longer crave the high that you gave me? How deep do I have to cut to get you out of my veins and off my skin? How far do I have to run to get you out of my sight? How much? How long? How far? How? How?
Won’t you just leave already? Please. Please. Please.
I wonder if she even remembers what it was like to love me. I wonder how she could have really loved me if she could so quickly fall into someone else’s arms and love her as wholly as she loved me. Did she ever love me?