On Hearing You Have Lost Your New Love

So right now girl I guess you find it hard to eat, and sleep look now is something you remember doing once, and memories you have look are your memories of him, his face is in the kettle, in the fridge, the ceiling right above your bed, beneath your lovely eyelids girl look when you dare to close them – there – and any second now he’ll show up at the door you know, you know, and bottles line up on the coffee table like trophies for surviving one more hour, you check your phone again and make a wish. I guess with you that’s roughly how it is. There is a reason girl I know all this.