basilsskite:

Your eyebrows have this certain way of saying what your mind is thinking.
And I take joy in deciphering the language that they must be speaking.
Your eyes light up with glee as I pour your drinks, as you tuck your knees up on the couch and speak to me about the things I don’t understand, like modern art and politics…
But I try to learn.
Here come all the questions like “Who have you seen? Was she better than me? Did she like gin? How did you know that it was over?”
Well who says it is?
For all you know, we still see each other every now and then.
And maybe we’re not as serious as you think, or as I think.
But you know better and I should’ve known that you’d know better.
I’m asking you “Who have you seen? Was he better than me?” and “Did he want kids? How did you know the he’s an asshole?”
Well who said he was?