nomada

mostlyfiction:

Every promise that you made
was as empty as your heart,
and I still cannot believe
that I stuck around
for as long as I did.

And I’ve got a twenty dollar bill
that says you’re up late night
starting fist fights versus fences in your backyard.
Wearing your black eye like a badge of honor,
soaking in sympathy
from friends who never loved you
nearly half as much as me.

(Source: oxfay, via oxfay)