there is nothing romantic about this.
you walk away and there are no gunshots.
you walk away and it’s silent.
I am left heaving and there is nothing but white noise.
nothing but static.
there is nothing beautiful about this.
i follow your drug smile until it kills me.
we do not find each other in the next life.
I am done making poetry out of something that has beaten me black and blue.
I am done trying to sweeten a story that was not meant to be retold.
we were meant to forget this.
did you hear me?
we are fools.
nobody is waiting around for the story
about the fools.
I’m cuter than everyone who has ever hurt me