I prop myself up
On fun-sized candy bars
And *****….
(Well maybe not *****
Anymore
Since we both saw
What happened that night)
But I spend my
Days
Dreaming of
Your arms and
How it felt to
Be wanted

Because

I jumped headfirst
Off the diving board
Again
But this time
Instead of the sharp slap
Of angry water
I fell in slow motion
And had a chance
To see your eyes
And the smile of
Your sun-dried concrete
Before you
Broke my neck

So

I’ll revel in the
Silvery cellophane
Glint
Of discarded wrappers
And cheap plastic promises
And the slow drip
Of love
Running from my
Rusty-spout eyes and
I will dance inside
The hollow echo
Of words you said
But never meant