"When your new girlfriend tells you that she loves
you for the first time, you call me first. You say you
can’t handle it. You say it’s too soon. You say words
like smothered and clingy and I’m digging my teeth
into my tongue because you must be the last person to
know, aren’t you, you really must be the last fucking
person on this earth to have a clue. You demand to know
what makes you so lovable. I say empty, meaningless
words like nice and funny because the truth is a lump in
the throat. The truth is that I want everything that has
to do with you, that sometimes that want is another
living, breathing organism—a phantom limb of longing.
You press harder, croon promises of everlasting
friendship into your end of the line and I wonder if you
can hear me falling apart at the joints on my end. I don’t
know when I’ll finally be able to stop writing poems
about you but I imagine it will happen when your new
girlfriend tells you that she loves you for a second time
and you don’t call anyone. You swallow the heavy. You
know you’ll get there eventually, that soon she will be
who you call when you want reassurances of love. My
face is already starting to blur. You say it back."
you for the first time, you call me first. You say you
can’t handle it. You say it’s too soon. You say words
like smothered and clingy and I’m digging my teeth
into my tongue because you must be the last person to
know, aren’t you, you really must be the last fucking
person on this earth to have a clue. You demand to know
what makes you so lovable. I say empty, meaningless
words like nice and funny because the truth is a lump in
the throat. The truth is that I want everything that has
to do with you, that sometimes that want is another
living, breathing organism—a phantom limb of longing.
You press harder, croon promises of everlasting
friendship into your end of the line and I wonder if you
can hear me falling apart at the joints on my end. I don’t
know when I’ll finally be able to stop writing poems
about you but I imagine it will happen when your new
girlfriend tells you that she loves you for a second time
and you don’t call anyone. You swallow the heavy. You
know you’ll get there eventually, that soon she will be
who you call when you want reassurances of love. My
face is already starting to blur. You say it back."
Kristina H., “Your New Girlfriend Tells You That She Loves You” (via perfect)
