plus qu'hier, moins que demain.

ex boyfriends

sometimes I imagine

every boy I ever loved, or who ever loved me

sitting at a round table, drinking coffee and talking.

at first, maybe they would discuss current events

school or sports, 

but I don’t really think they’d have all too much in common

except for me.

and invariably, since they were all there in one room at one time,

and there was that one common thread that had tied these poor boys together,

they would talk about me.

I liked her, but

       her family was

interesting, we also did that 

                    she was too young

too clingy

I said I loved her, but

                       she’s a bitch

I was too busy

       I lied a lot

why did you do that man? 

I forgot all about that

                                              I often ignored her 

no, not clingy enough, she didn’t 

                                                              we were stupid

she told me about how you 

I feel bad, how it ended

        I was so kind to her

 I regret it

                   I miss it

                      she hurt me 

we had a lot of fun

                        we never fought, it was

I wish I could

she went for my friend after, I think

I called it a “learning process”

                                           she was too nice to me

weird, there are so many parallels

I couldn’t deal with her “dad issues”

                    I insulted her

I didn’t explain why I left

        she said she loved me, but

I didn’t say it back.

Once they’d get everything off of their chests, I think they would part ways, probably

feeling a little less alone.

the coffee was getting cold anyhow.