up the cement stairs
to an old abandoned building surrounded
with scattered shards of glass
this is where you kissed me

i wanted to believe that the glass
was actually crystals
the pretty kind that your mother
tells you not to pick up
at the high end retail stores

our own private resort
our romantic getaway for two
far far away
and you smelled like sugar and spice
two things i love

so i became scared
scared i was actually becoming
somewhat interested
all i kept thinking was
i better keep my mouth shut
i better not tell him
so instead i told myself
“this is the place where the edges blur
and all I see are the stars with you
this is where I belong”
no matter how many times I said it though
i knew the one thing
i knew for sure was that
that was a lie.

and eventually before the sun went down that evening
before the temperature dropped and cold would cling to your face
it would cling to your heart first in the form of a goodbye from my lips
and that it would always be over before it really began
And that once i started walking away

i would never turn back to see
if you crying
or frowning
if i had truly broken you in anyway
or if i were just another hookup gone terribly wrong