Queso Besos -

Found yourself in the bottom of a wine glass or with a stranger in your bed

Found myself rediscovering what it meant to be in balance and I’m never gonna

feel it again

And I’ve been catching up with death;

you’ve been catching up with recklessness

I’m somewhere in between closure and acceptance

The things betwixt: reoccurring and despondent

And I’m not sure if knowing is any better

To be aware is its own kind of heartache

I fucking miss you all the time

And you don’t think of me at all

You don’t miss sharing «I love you’s,»

Phon calls on rides home

Snapping pictures of dogs

And I know it’s slf-indulgent and one day I won’t need this