writingsforwinter:

To begin, I’m sorry for carrying both our hearts on my back

like a suitcase when we both know that the last time

you fucked the wrong person, it was me,

and I still haven’t returned the luggage tags

from the first man I kissed. And I apologize

for always using the cordless phone to call you

because I’m too emotionally unstable to handle text messages.

writingsforwinter:

It’s not really any of my business that our cats have sex

with one another when we’re not home, but they’ve shed so much

hair on the upholstered chairs that it’s anyone’s guess

what they were doing. And next year you’ll be in New York

and I’ll be in Minnesota, but we can still compare

our…