"This will be the
first and last day I love you."
She reached over
and kissed him with
such desperation and passion-
He could taste her tears
as their lips locked
for the first and
only time.
After what felt like an eternity,
she stepped away,
grabbed her suitcase,
and left without
another
word.

I see the hashtag a week after it ended.
I know that's not what you mean.
You love love.
Honey, you're a hopeless romantic,
a lover of anything cheesy,
or passionate,
or intimate.
After that little symbol,
you really mean "**** Her",
don't you?
Don't lie, it's okay.
I hurt you.
You were in love,
and I shattered your fragile heart.
Hate me all you want,
passive aggressive or not,
but just know that I did it because
you deserve more than
a damaged, sad little girl's love.
You deserve to have your own
princess in shining armour,
and not have to save the depressed
damsel in distress
along the way.
So #FuckLove, #FuckHer, #FuckYou.
I understand, dear.
*I ****** up.

Wasted
my life
to stay
wasted.

Do your dreams
ever wander to the first time
our hands
brushed against each other?
Maybe they stroll to the
moment your heart
sighed in relief as
I kissed back?
My dreams do not wander to
these lovely memories.
My dreams are these memories.
I worry that I am not worth
your dreams anymore.
Kissing you has no passion these days.
You stiffen
when I reach for your hand.
Is this the end of our love story?
I'm sorry I wasn't good enough
for you.
I'm sorry I was never good enough.
I'm sorry.

Yelling,
Screaming,
Crying.
I'm begging you,
"Please stop fighting."
Your glare tells me
that you'll hit me too
if I don't walk away,
but I can't take this anymore-
not one more day.

I've never fought back before,
so this was a first.
I tried to get mom out,
before you
hit me first.

One,
Two,
Three hits,
that's when I fell.
But I wouldn't back down,
and you started to tell.

Fists flew for a minute
or so,
That's when mom came back,
with a big blow-
to the head.
You were finally down.

We were finally free.
Well Dad,
I hope I don't see you around.

Stitch these miles
together until
your skin
sends goosebumps
down my spine.
Whisper promises
of never
leaving me
into my neck.
I want to feel the
false comfort
that your hands
hold.
Tell me all about
the places we'll go
as you walk
out the door.
Tell me you love me
as you rip out
the stitches
that hold
together
my last hope for
happiness.