Apartment

i turned 21,

4 days after moving,

into my 1st apartment,

i had sex 3 times with a coworker,

2 weeks before leaving,

i broke up with my boyfriend of 2 years,

6 hours after arriving,

2 weeks later i confessed...

the timelines intertwine

the numbers jumbled in my head

does any of it really matter 

i'm not great with emotions

it's not really my department 

i'm so up and down that i forget which is which

whiplash 

as my memory loads

i relive the ecstacy of impulse 

and realise the regret 

all in the same breath 

to live is to mourn the mistakes you have yet to make

and horde mistakes 

until there are none left