Saturday January 12, 2019
From a text
It’s been a year and some things are still buried in the yard alongside all the other bodies too cold to touch
I wonder sometimes if you’re waiting for me to wear an apology that doesn’t belong to me on my back—
Maybe thinking it’s owed to you or something. I have to try not to take that on at all because you can’t always get what you want.
It’s been a year and some days I think you don’t notice how much we’ve both changed. Some days feel like I’m right back where I started, eating lies around you to keep you up.
I don’t want to tell you how I really am. What I really think. I’m not sure if you deserve it.