i couldn't be bothered putting clothes on after the shower so i sat down naked and dripping on this chair when it is damp later i'll wonder why
i'll wonder why why the wine bottle was half full last night but by morning it was half empty
i had a glass half full night out and a glass half empty hangover
he gave me a plastic cup of water before i slept and a fresh one when i woke he gave me vitamin B, and chocolate while i told him about heartbreak and in the morning he gave me a stern lecture about why you shouldn't text boys back
i kissed him goodnight last night for the first time maybe the last time i didn't know how else to physicalize how much love i felt
how to physicalize the physical lies of a glass half full friendship in a glass half empty situation i said i'd drive him to the airport i don't know how i'll walk away i don't know how i'll leave alone it'll be like forgetting a part of me on the baggage carrier going round in circles unable to stop
i will cry into chocolate and vitamin B i will drink vodka that tastes like his shoulder blade i will write poems in the shapes of his laughter and i will try to keep my bed half full but without him my bed will always be half empty i never believed in the phrase 'other half' always feeling like i was complete on my own but my best friend is leaving this country and without him nowhere feels like home