This morning I watched a girl’s heart
sink a few inches.
Through the bottom of her stomach,
past the only thing I’m keeping her around for -
It clawed through the crooks in her ankles,
and spilled out onto the sidewalk,
into pools of red,
before sinking into the earth.
My love for you,
suffocating her breath,
smothering out moans of my name.
Suffocating her until “oh gods” turned to
on her lips,
“while I dream about your lips,
on my hips”
like in the poems i wrote you when i was sixteen.
You killed her with memories of your tongue
Spitting “I’m so sorry” at me
for the hundredth time.
She died in the echoes of my shouting,
asking you if
“lonely” was worth it.
Was it a good enough excuse?
I’d take you back in a heartbeat.
And now i’m left with a stack of apology letters
headed for the shredder.
I’m sorry for not calling you back.
I was just writing to ask what gave me away;
Was it my inability to look you in the eye,
or did you hear me whisper her name?
You’re one of the sweetest girls I’ve ever met.
Our time just wasn’t right.
Thank you for coming to see me that night,
after your late shift,
during dinner with your mom,
I owe you one.
You came clear across town to watch me cry,
all because she sent me a letter.
I wish I could mop your heart back up.
Suction it right back through the arches of your feet,
Guide it through your stomach,
weave through your rib cage,
and land right her within you chest -
where it belongs.
is a good excuse.