the bull

he’d always talk to me about leaving her, i just never believed he would. he’d tell me how she’s too small for him, and how suffocating it was getting. he was always searching for something bigger, and yet simpler. oddly enough he found a rowdy crowd. he found exhaust pipes and more tattoos to fill his body with. she’s asked me about him a few times, but honestly, i don’t really keep in touch.

i loved him too, babe, i’d always say. you weren’t the only one he left.
i lost my best friend, but los angeles lost her lover.