The plan was to break up with me at a coffee shop That’s smart, I think A public place, entirely neutral.
That didn’t happen I got sicker I couldn’t drive I could barely get out of bed.
You still came over You still said you loved me You still said you wanted to be friends You still walked away while I cried
I didn’t cry because of you, at first I cried because it hurt to be awake My body was tearing itself apart Nobody was doing anything
I got better, not all the way, not yet I have a plan for my body, now I had an MRI today and I have acupuncture every week I use every oil and ointment in the book
I have space to cry over you, now I have space to be angry I can tell your friends how you hurt me I have time to listen and talk
You don’t want to talk “I want to be friends” That’s a lie You don’t want to take accountability or talk about what happened
We gave each other a year of our lives We’ve only been alive 18 And yet, you don’t want to talk You just wanted to break up with me in the coffee shop down the street from my school