do you remember the song that was playing the night we met?
no, but i remember every song i have heard since you left.
and i heard you said one time,
that i never even fucking cross your mind.
i guess i’ll act like that’s fine,
but you should know that you cross mine all the time.
anti-sj bloggers are really willing to pretend entire branches of theory dont exist so they can go “lol tumblr” in this way that makes them indistinguishable from sixth grade boys watching south park.
talking to what’s left of you,
and watching what i say.
counting all the freckles on your perfect face.