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Still just young & unlucky

There is nothing worse than the first week of a break up. First week of a break-up is like the first time guys have sex. It’s awkward & boring & we keep telling each other we’re doing it right, & it’s a lie. First week of a break up you’re on my mind more than you ever were.  So I clean everything in my crib, clean my way into forgetting.. but then I find things that I couldn’t when we were together. 

Your shirt, your favorite cd, reasons that I liked you.. until my room reeks of your influence. See I keep wanting to invite you over but love can’t live here anymore; she might bring her children: Jealousy and Neglect.

Those two running around my crib always breaking shit & I can’t ever seem to clean up fast enough. They tend to ruin romantic moments with questions and lies and I can see their children when I look into their eyes .. It’s you & I.

Not sure when we had them but now they live in the next room always barging in talking about they’re having nightmares & can they sleep with us too. Jealousy dreams about deceiving so that’s what we do; live out each others nightmares until we’re a bed full of problems and solving is not an option cuz solutions are few.

Neglect kicks me in bed like I don’t luv her like new. Jealousy I know must have told her that but both of them still look so much like you. & I thought I’d be cool but I still see you on corners & in stores & in windows that I’m passing & conversations & phrases & menus & laughing & traffic & song after song that they play back, no time to lay back in ignorance they’re sending me way back, I can’t take my day back.

I used to have a song unsung, that yearns to be is on my tongue it’s called apology but I will not drop the key. This is not for me; this is how it’s got to be. They say it takes twice as long to forget as it was to get to know. So I sit here talking about in my room six days down and a couple more years to go.

This is for all the women in the world who think that men don’t burn; that when it comes to heartbreak, it is never our turn. It don’t matter who or what is to blame..

Because in the first week of a break up, alone..  

Always feels the same.