I Cried About You Tonight


I cried about you tonight.
My tears rolling onto pillow cases
TLC has nothing on us,
And I know
you didn’t ask for this release,
I didn’t either.

I put on my record player,
the one you teased me for having.
“You wannabe hipster”
and we kiss,
tasting like plums
and happiness,
the kind of thing I never believed in.
At least,
not all the way.

I cried about you tonight.
I read our old messages,
This masochist I am.
I keep pricking my finger on the same spinning wheel.
I guess I hope I’ll fall asleep.

But I don’t.

I stay awake
crying over you.

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