Unfortunate Tourists

I am the unfortunate tourist, stranded

At the edge of your bed. Shipwrecked.

Journeyed from the depths of our drinks to the small curves of your legs

and yet in your absence...

I feel good now that you're gone.

I am the constant exit, the constant ex

the next former friend to attend your revenge.

And you said "You're just like them! Born to love and then disappear!"

And I said "People like that are the only people here"