I pour wine in my glass as I pour my heart out to you.
I wipe the lipstick off of my teeth while you lie through yours.
You hold on to your pride while you should be holding on to my hand.
I feel my heart shatter instead of feeling butterflies in my stomach.
I taste tears in my mouth instead of your kisses.
I immortalize you with my words while you neglect me with yours.
So here… Lets have a toast to all of the mountains we didn’t move. All of the things you didn’t do right and all of the times I chose to love you anyway. I pray that somewhere between all of the words I failed to say to you, I forgive myself and move on…
-Benita Paloja