did you know there is a disease where  your heart swells up and you die?
sometimes I wonder whether you think of me as much as I think of you
or if your heart beats faster when you hear my name.

no,
perhaps not.

last summer, I knew you
and you knew me.
but today, when we pass each other we are empty
cold
unforgiving.

I want to go back to when I looked at you
and saw more than a train wreck waiting to happen.
but I suppose it all ended with the snap of my innocence between your teeth
(like bones)
in the darkness of your parents' garage.

*better a swollen heart
than a shrunken one.