Your distance felt like how it looks when cops break up a riot with pepper spray.
I kept saying I've been here before.
I went through all the old poems I wrote and I realized I was afraid to write some about you. Because you know the rule: Whatever you write becomes truth.
I kept texting my friends about the light pole sticking out of my chest and they all said things like "I think you're just making a bigger deal out of the light pole sticking out of your chest than you need to be."
The moment I felt you leaving I beartrapped you so no wonder you're bleeding I started seeing visions of the amount of time I would spend crying in my bed divided by trying to remember everything you said and what tone you said it in and what time of the day it was and what I said before that and what tone I said it in and what time of day it was and what it was in response to and why did I say that But in the middle of my trench warfare...
I heard a lightbulb on the top of my head that sounded like me, but smarter, and she said
"You gotta give love to get love and you gotta do it for free."