It’s gulping down the words, “You just weren’t enough.”
And, getting bruised over the words, “I don’t care.”
Love is losing yourself in the backseat of another man’s car at a college party. “I never meant a single word.”
It’s going to his frat brother’s house at 4 in the morning and smoking blunts to the face. “Didn’t you know I was always cold.”
And helping him wash the paint from his body after the party. “You’re pathetic.”
It’s driving fast at 5:30 in the morning when you’re too fucked up, “I fucking hate you.” because you wanted to meet up for coffee.
Love is forgiveness