i often remember you as a voice. something that would repeat the dirty phrases you learnt from me.
As if being with me wasn’t something you did. As much as it was something you were taught to do.
but now, as i lay on my back…
I’d like to dedicate these quiet seconds of still nothingness,
to how much courage it must have taken, to force myself to be with you, and ask if i ever thought of getting back together, cause i was never that brave.