One day you'll be married, and you won't have to feel dirty purchasing pregnancy tests from convenience stores with your best friend, oh I was your best friend once, walking down the aisles picking out baby names.
Yesterday I found pictures of you sitting in your underwear; a middle finger to your mother, and a fuck you to your father.
There's a flag in my doorframe, there's a sweater on the floor, there was a time you once loved me but we both know that's no more.