"Do you remember me?"
I ask lifting our hands to my chest.
To my heart.
Praying you know what I mean.
The night in which you stole my heart.
The last night you ever got drunk,
All those years ago.
You have a habit of forgetting that which means nothing to you.
I pray that I meant something.
If only for that night.
The night that your lips gentle scarred my own.
The night I admired your naked body for the first and last time
as you whispered words of love in your drunken state.
It was the night before she appeared.
Before she stole you.
Ok, this is obviously too hard for you.
You're making a life changing decision and I don't think you realise.
Because y'know what?
"Kat, I." just doesn't cut it.
I can't live on "Kat, I."
I stand to leave
I look at her
"fuck you!" she mouths.
I neither waste my breath or muscles on her.
She can have you.
Coz she's gonna hurt you
and maybe you need to be hurt just so you can feel.