A List Of People I Only Talk To When I’m Drunk

There’s this guy who broke my heart. We don’t talk anymore, but sometimes I send him messages when I get home at 4 a.m. and the room feels like it’s spinning and I am so, so sad for reasons I can’t comprehend. He never texts me back and I convince myself he changed his number.

Hey Sam Smith, Will You Stop Reading My Diary Please?

The song, titled “Too Good At Goodbyes”, recounts the emotional effects of a tumultuous, on-and-off relationship, and okay Sam Smith, I get it, somehow you’ve gained access to my secret poetry blog. Can we not do this right now?