March 9th, 2026 

I met you four years ago
You’ve always been nonchalant
Now your lips taste wrong
Because you’re not who I want
Your sheets are different
But the comforter is the same
Thinking about the last two years
Another girl laid where I’ve laid
You don’t want me either
I told myself I was done with this
But we find our way back again
As we ease each other’s loneliness
I know you aren’t the one
But my aloneness has won
And as you walked me up your stairs 
I wondered “what have I done?”