Shhh, you whispered so softly
Placing your fingers on my lips
It ends today, you said
While I memorized your fingertips.
We can’t do this anymore,
As you pulled your hand away
And, I’ll always love you
As my eyes begged you to stay.
The inevitable We’ll just be friends,
As you moved across the floor
And, It’s me, not you as you grabbed your keys
And backed out through the door
I stood there, broken, dazed, hurt
And I heard you start your car
But anger took over and I ran outside
This wasn’t over
Oh, hey, there you are
Breaking my heart like glass.
Oh, yay, it’s not so far
To jump back into the past.
Because right now
Is just like then
And hey, pal, please step lightly
While I pick myself off the floor.
And sure, you don’t want to fight me
But I think we’ve done this before.
Because right now
Is just like then
They say you can’t go home. But I don’t want to go home. All I want is to go back to a Sunday in April.
It was raining, and I’ve never smelled air that smelled like it did that day. It was a mixture of wet grass and roses and cold rain and strong coffee and you.
My face was cold and wet and numb – from the weather and from smiling.
And you were shivering but trying to act tough. Your hands were in your jacket pockets and you were trying to keep the conversation going, because neither of us wanted to get into our cars.
I didn’t want to go home then, just like I don’t want to go home now. I just want that perfect evening in April.
“What do you even need long eyelashes for?” I asked
Reaching for one on his cheek.
“For you to make wishes on,” he smirked.
And I said sure, why not, even though I knew my wishes would drift to his feet
Just like the eyelash.
It all started with a pick-up truck
That’s where I fell in love with you
And though I’m unsure of the whys and the hows
It’s there you fell in love with me too
It’s where our first awkward silences
Became laughing too much or too loud
Where you would take me to listen to music
Or to get away from what wasn’t our crowd
That’s where we had our one major fight
I ran to my porch after slamming your door
And it’s where you took an hour to apologize
With shaky hands and eyes on the floor
It’s where we sat one night in my driveway
And you stopped me from going inside
I was confused as to why you looked scared
Until you pulled out the ring and I cried
And it’s where we’ll be sitting in two weeks
When the ceremony and reception are through
It’s what will take us away for a week
And my last name will be the only thing new.
You should have known, dear
By the way I said your name
That I never took you seriously
And this was always just a game
And that you were somewhat fun
In short, infrequent doses
But even when called by another name
Weeds are never roses
Yes, you should have known, my sweet
By the things you saw me do
I never intended to stick around
And I was bad for you
That you can lead a horse to water
But you can’t make him love
And that your promises of devotion
Would never be enough
And you should have known, darling
Though you say you love me madly
That when something begins in violence
It will end just as badly
You and your stupid bleeding heart, ruining my carpet.
As if this place isn’t already gross enough.
The more you care
The less I’ll share
You call it tough
I call it love.
When you hated me I wanted you more than anything.
When you love me it makes me sick.
I can’t decide
Jekyll or Hyde
What makes you sad
Makes me tick.
I only want what I’ll never have
So we’ll never be in love at the same time.
You’re left, I’m right
Good day, good night
So go be a nickel
On someone else’s dime.
But now you’re leaving and I start to cry
And you know I’ll destroy myself if you go.
You have to stay
Back from night to day,
I have to hear you say Yes
Before I’ll say No.
Equal but opposite reactions, you and I
And when you’re nice I hate you to your core
But when you leave
I do believe
To love you more.
“Ooooh, look what I’ve got,” he taunts her
Waving it all around
He tosses it into the air once or twice
Then intentionally throws it down
He kicks it some while it’s down there
Then picks it up without wiping it clean
He leaves it dirty and bent and torn
Worse than it had ever been
“You give that back now.” She tries to sound tough
Knowing she’ll never succeed
For the thing he’s been holding and toying with forever
Is something she’ll certainly need
“What? It’s mine now,” he sneers
“You gave it to me long ago.”
And she opens her mouth to deny it
But can’t, because it is so
So patiently she starts to plead
“Be careful, please don’t tear it apart.
For although it obviously means nothing to you,
I desperately need my heart.”
We went out for coffee
But you had hot tea
You claimed you just weren’t
As cool as me.
Your phone stayed between us
Face-up on the table
You tried to ignore it
But you were unable.
My lipstick left a stain
On the rim of my mug.
I shredded the receipt,
Scattered pieces on the rug.
Your body was present
Slumped low in your chair
But that didn’t mean
That your mind was there.
It was one time too many
Proverbial final straw
I leaned toward you
And grabbed you by the jaw.
You looked up so quickly
But not in pain or fear
Your expression was surprise
Like you’d forgotten I was here.
The break-up was quick
There wasn’t much to say.
I was tired of second fiddle
Not my favorite instrument to play.
You zipped your hoodie tighter
Trying to retreat
I told you not to bother
And got out of my seat.
I left the shop lighter
Than I’d felt in a year
I’d once loved a boy
But that boy wasn’t here.
We’d gone out for coffee
But you had hot tea.
You knew you weren’t
As cool as me.