I don’t have to change the names,
hide beneath hyperbole and metaphor,
or remove details to protect our guilt.
Neither one of us is blameless;
we both created a storm that left behind lifetimes of wreckage.
And I dare not pretend this is in honor
of the beauty we were in the beginning.
No—
this is an ode to a tragedy that will always be:
the you and me that we became.
Jan 27, 2025
Jan 27, 2025 at 9:46 AM UTC
I don’t have to change the names,
hide beneath hyperbole and metaphor,
or remove details to protect our guilt.
Neither one of us is blameless;
we both created a storm that left behind lifetimes of wreckage.
And I dare not pretend this is in honor
of the beauty we were in the beginning.
No—
this is an ode to a tragedy that will always be:
the you and me that we became.