later.

 It wouldn't have worked

anyway

i would worry about

my body

and you looking at other women

you've done and said some 

very shitty things

you're selfish

and opaque

i need reassurance a lot

so it wouldn't have worked

and I really never saw it truly 

ending differently

but even so

I've spent a full 2 years imagining 

a different version of you 

and me

and i'm sad to let them go

I hope she's mediocre, 

and your life together is beige and grey

with ice cubes and spit

I conjure this voodoo on you:

trudge through wet snow alone forever, fuck face