I wanted to tell you
That you had hurt me.
But I think
You already knew.

I met love in a field of flowers
It sat alone in the sunlight.
“Can I sit beside you?”
I asked it.
And it nodded its head.
Its small hands folded softly in its lap.
“Do you ever get tired?”
I asked it.
And I heard it exhale.
“Can I sleep beside you?”
I asked.
And it nodded,
Resting its head next to mine.
“We’ll just close our eyes for a moment”
I said,
“Just long enough for the spinning to stop.”

He said-
Words cannot hurt you
And I tried to remember that
As they slid down my throat

"It's not beautiful to be tragic"
He tells me idly as he watches himself in the rearview mirror.
"It doesn't make you special."
I almost spit out my strawberry milkshake when he says this.
He painted me this way.
All heavy eyes and shaky hands.
The tires squeal under the weight of silence
And he rolls his eyes to fill the space.
"You did this"
I tell him,
"You made me miserable."
He laughs,
But his voice breaks before he can finish.
"Look at me"
I sob,
"Look at the mess you made of me."

Sometimes
I worry
I have spent the entirety
Of my present
In the past

The sun swallowed the sky that day and you called it selfish.
It was the first time in a long time that I'd felt anything,
And somehow I managed to feel guilty about that.
You said the air was heavy,
But I hardly noticed a thing.
Just that the world was spinning,
And I wasn't quite so sure I was supposed to be on it.

He said-
If you tell,
It will ruin my life.
So I stayed silent-
And let it ruin mine.

I think
I have more love for you
Then I know what to do with

"I think you're going to leave me."
You said it so sincerely
It took my breath away.
Your eyes were focused on the road,
You didn't even look at me when you said it.
That's how I knew you really meant it.
Why would you say that?
I asked you.
Twisting my hair around my fingers,
Cheeks blushing with offense.
"Because you're not used to this"
You waived your hands over your body,
"You're not used to normality,
You don't know what to do with someone
Who actually loves you."
That's not true.
When I said it you smiled,
Sympathetically,
Putting your hand on top of mine
For only a moment.
"You're a beautiful person"
You said,
"I hope you can remember that
When I'm not here to remind you."

Drunk and somewhat sentimental I called you
On the corner of that street
Where nothing good ever seemed to happen.
Sitting on the asphalt and pulling at the laces
Of my shoes until everything unintentionally unraveled.
I heard you sigh when you picked up.
So loud and full of disappointment
It made my head ache.
"Why did you call me?"
You asked
Almost painfully.
And I cried into my bleeding hands,
"Because nothing is beautiful without you"
I sobbed,
"I don't know how to be beautiful without you."

Half drunk and fully ruined
I decided I was going to destroy myself
That summer.
Sometimes its poetic not to survive,
Not everything can be made to be beautiful.
I should've known that before I really did.

"I hardly remember what happened"
I insisted as tears dropped into my shot glass
And flooded the table.
I licked it up of course,
I couldn't afford to loose something
I desperately believed could save me.

What I mean't by saying I hardly remembered
Was that I'd only thought about it every day since.
His eyes closed against his tattooed face.
My shorts and underwear
Lying on the floor.
When I stood up and that blood
Dribbled down my legs.

Everyone laughed when I took a ninth shot.
"You're crazy"
They said,
But I wasn't.

And I often think
Love would've been ashamed
Of what we'd labeled it.

We stood in your too small kitchen
and you had two pots and one pan going on the stove.
It was winter,
but you still had the a/c on.
A bead of sweat fell from your hair and
I watched you wipe it away with your left hand because
your right held a glass.
When you kissed me
you tasted like *****.
Like ****.
Like spearmint gum.
Your dog barked from behind the baby gate
and I tried to imagine what I’d always wanted but
you broke the thought before I could finish it.
Danced across the ***** tile,
got eye level with your glass
and watched as the clear liquid divided
across cubes of ice.
You laughed,
with something like childlike innocence,
and I almost smiled from seeing you so happy.
When the rice burned and you forgot to feed your dog
I fed him for you.
Scrubbed out the blackened ***
with the soap dispenser you filled with water.
Before bed I told you I loved you.
I’m not sure you heard me.
I’m not sure I said it out loud.