One day I'll be able to talk about
it in past tense too.
One day I'll not give a fuck either.
But until then
I miss you.
I'm here and I don't hate ya.
I've been wondering if you replaced me yet
or if he would even let you
and even though I've tried to
I don't hate him either.
But I do hate that thought.
The thought of someone else in the tripod.
You called it that.
This, this fuck mess we found ourselves in.
The name you had given to this consensual infidelity.
I can't imagine someone else wrapped up in that.
That thing I thought was built for me.
- Ace Says