all over again
i thought that maybe when i moved away you would follow me here, discover me by accident. but how could you when you don’t know where to look. i told you we should keep in touch and left a map of the world at your doorstep, where i said i’d leave my address. any country is a good guess really because you don’t know me anymore, i’ve made sure of that. welcome to the your exgirlfriend relocation program. you’re not going to find me. but i think i want you too. i want you to find me, get my email send me a letter. tell me that i write beautifully again. because then i can hate you for moving on so quickly (you didn’t know it was me) and then i can write ugly again because you’ve said it was beautiful and i don’t have to care. i don’t know why the fuck i wrote for you anway. this is my new home so go away. come banging on my door here in israel&palestine because i may not come home otherwise.
but where is home and how did you find me anyway?