I finally have a dishwasher and a bathroom on the same floor as I sleep.
I can walk to my barn every morning.
Guess you finally gave me all the little things that didn't mean a thing.
I don’t get told I’m crazy every day and I don’t eat dinner alone every night anymore.
I’m not too boring and reserved for the company I keep
and I don’t stay up every night waiting for someone so I can go to sleep.
My arms are empty, my heart is demolished.
You win again, gained every thing you ever wanted.
I told you I fucking hated you on Sunday and that meant more to you than any “I love you” ever did.
Goodnight, sweet dreams. I hope someday you see me the way I saw you.
xoxo, Gussie
