there's vomit in your hair, your makeup is caked up, and your boyfriend is drunk.

we sit.
drink. think. talk.
i don't need more than this.
you know there's nothing
more than this.
we talk and talk
and i just laugh.
laugh and laugh
at how familiar this strange day has been.
you bit me on the arm.
i told you ALL the secrets.
you still called back.
i kicked you out.
you didn't get to see my slideshow,
but you slept next to me so soundly
that i thought we both had died.
i thought 'maybe the bite was to remind me we're alive'
but i'm sure it's because you were drunk.
and i laugh and laugh...and laugh...
and then throw up.