She and I shared a heartbeat.
We loved the same ice cream
and music and movies and
wanted kids and to elope and
hated our parents but loved us.

We had a fight.
He was tired and spent
and I was frisky and bent.
I felt rejected. Ugly and fat
and my insecurities lashed out.

What are the rules?
Who has the high ground?
Who falls on the sword?
Who breaks the silence?
He moved out and I lost.