My legs were as un-*******-stable as my heart
and I could feel my knees trembling
in the same way that my bottom lip was

and even though the seats of the bus stop were only a short reach away
soon you wouldn't be
so I said nothing
and continued to stand with your arms around me
like I was your favourite belonging
that you were sheltering from damage

and I took the un-even strings of your hoodie into my hand
and traced onto your chest as though I was stitching up the wounds
of your shattered heart
and the blood that I could feel pouring out of it

but instead,
I traced the word "****"
and I got on my bus
and I left you
before you could leave me