Happy birthday

I kissed someone else

for the first time since you

on your birthday.

A nameless,

unimportant guy,

whose name 

I didn’t even care to ask

and whose kiss

I don’t even care to remember.

I’ve decided

I’m not in love with you

and I’ll repeat that to myself

until I believe it to be true.

We just filled,

temporarely so,

the empty hungry crevices 

of each other.

we just gave each other

the intimacy

we craved.

I’ve gotten too accustomed to your absence

and pain is sometimes the strongest drug.

It makes one feel alive.

I’m not in love with you

anymore.

I think

I was not made 

for constant love.

I’m not in love with you anymore.

Happy birthday.

(Eh, I've also posted this elsewhere, oh well)