I wanted to say sorry when I got home.

You're the chill I feel when I can't look at myself straight in the mirror.

You're the sigh I utter when there's no one saying good morning on my phone.

You're everything I'm trying to avoid.

And you've always got a way of making things worse.

But my ex boyfriend told me all these people I know think I look like a rat.  I have too much fun fucking with you, so he says.

I was going to write about being unattatched.

But some people make that impossible