I am the unfortunate tourist, stranded at the edge of your bed.
Shipwrecked.
Journeyed from the depths of our drinks to the small curves of your legs and yet in your absence...I feel good now that you're gone.
I am the constant exit, the constant ex, the next former friend to attend your revenge.
And you said "You're just like them! Born to love and then disappear!"
And i said "...People like that are the only people here."