Carefully placed footsteps and
mismatched heartbeats
perfectly disguise
my anxiety.
Too many nights in
a concrete square-
setting fire to photographs and
brain cells.
This will not be
about you leaving
But rather-
about me
staying here.
A hug in exchange for
a kiss and I'm left
thirsty...
             (what the hell went so wrong?)
Made-up stories about
Jack and Jill and
arguing who got to wear the crown
Well I - desperately -
wanted to let you win.
Carefully laid bed sheets
mocking the warmth I felt next to you
and you...
               (laying and lying next to me)
felt like those mismatched heartbeats
were too much.