Airlaith

mud gurgles up and up and up and up; a constant flow of disgust your throat is burning with sludge; slime coats your tongue, darkens your teeth words slide off in an easy enough manner but they are words as light as your mouth which is clogged with muck; your teeth are stained and brown spittle flies from your cracked lips as you snarl harsh phrases that I do not hear. where have you gone? your long red hair once cascaded down around your perfect face in perfect little curls but you are tangled and wild and you are not the girl I know you are not my best friend not anymore. my best friend does not brush me off wear me d

yesterday i walked past the diner where we fell in love, and i thought i saw the waitress wave at me as i went by and i realized that the most terrible thing in the whole world would be you rereading all those text messages i sent you when i was stupid in love. those weren’t meant for you, okay, those were for the boy who split his milkshake with me and held my hand through an entire season of Friends and sat with me in silence on dirty rooftops while we smoked stolen cigarettes. look, i didn’t even mean to call the first time, but i was drunk and high and cold and my old favorite song came on the radio and i remembered how much