Talking to Myself

I hate crying.

But that’s all I do,

These days.

Just for the record

I love you

But if I don’t even rate

A phone call

A 2-second text

A fucking facebook message

Then

You’ve told me how important I am

To you

Without even saying a word.

Just like that other asshole

The one whose name

I can’t say

For so many fucked up reasons

Like my daily fucking bread.

You said

I love you

Over and over

So many times

That I believed you.

You said

There was no jinx

This time.

You said

A lot.

And now

Nothing at all.