i open my mouth to say something
but your eyes tell me all i need to know.
this was over for you
long
before you got the guts to have this little
talk.
i can't believe you brought me to this diner
hoping it would rob me of my ability
to make a scene.
i want to cry.
i want to scream.
i want to drag on my knees
and beg you not to leave.
but i can't.
i'm too busy pretending
like i don't give a ****.
a kamikaze tear slips
blowing my cover.
you soften and try to wipe it away
but i pull back sharply
eyes full of hate
if looks could ****
you would be a rat
run over and left on the road
to dry and flake in the sun.
you would be a smear on my tire
as i gun it to ninety
and never look back.
you beg me not to be
like that.
but
if you would have touched me,
i would have fallen apart.
if you would have touched me
memories would flood
tears would break free
and i would beg.
don't be like that
you say.
but the only way
i know how to get through this
is to hate you right now.
don't be like that,
you say...
what *****,
for you
to ask me
to make this
easier
for you.