EVERY SINGLE STORY

Hard to heart, finish the sentence with they're. Your angst is not attractive anymore. I have grown past you, see? Oh! Laddered tights and thick socks to keep out cold. My skirts got shorter the day you let me go. So now I'm lying cold in a bed we never shared, and holding hands with myself to remember you. I am your second best, the one who'll always be around. But God, do I love you.