I’m sorry we mistook emotional manipulation for love.
I finished off that half-eaten apricot on your plate
on graduation day because I wanted to swallow something
that had touched your mouth.
Here’s a funny joke without a great punchline: what’s
the difference between love and a nightmare?
Nothing. They both hurt so much in the beginning
that you wish they’d end as soon as possible.
Sadness can’t be fucked out of anyone, no matter
how hard the headboard shakes.
Scars are just memories that skin holds so dear
it got them tattooed beneath the surface.
I once saw a cop give a pair of boots
to a homeless man on the street. I think that giving
you my heart was kind of like that.
My cousin’s nose always starts bleeding when
he’s around the person he likes for some reason.
If I were him and you were next to me,
my hands would be so red you couldn’t tell the difference
between them and a sunset.
Loneliness and aloneness are independent of one another.
I didn’t kiss you because I wanted to;
I kissed you because I felt an obligation to,
like writing a thank-you card for someone who’s saved
you from jumping off a building twice.
Your father would be proud of you.
Serial killers usually regret killing their victims
seconds before the lethal injection is delivered.
I only wish regretting you
were fatal too.
Loving you hurt so much I had to pull the plug
on our relationship, but I ended up
shocking myself instead. I’ll never
touch a wall socket again.