Crash

Because baby, a relationship is a two way street

and we fucking collided

texting and driving we smashed

our hearts, shattered our windshields

with the insults we threw at one another.

We lost ourselves in the rain

and couldn't pull the sun out to guide

us again. The map lay torn at our feet,

a destination that won't be reached by the wheels

of our Love.

"Baby, let's go on an adventure"

you said. "Let's climb mountains" I suggested.

And we did. But you soon grew tired and achy.

I was left to carry you, limp, down the mountain

and into the valley of our insecurites. You soon

decided you were fat, not pretty enough, I

soon decided I wasn't doing enough, everything

that exited my lips was another rock thrown at our

lives. The sun came out to tell us

the flowers growing between our

feet were black and rotten, you saw

it and let go, I let go too.

You suffered from amnesia.

"No, that's not what I said" you screamed,

"That never happened." I was left on a not-so-

merry-go-round in my head, nauseous and unsure.

"you ruin everything", "you always play the victim"

Your words flew through my head and I knew

there was nothing to salvage from this love.

But one flower still grew between us,

a yellow tulip stained with the red

lipstick you used to leave on my rosy

cheeks. I saw hope in the petals of Spring

and looked at your lips to read a promise,

but maybe I misread. "I'll always be here"

instead of "It just hurts too God damn much".

We lie on the pavement under shattered

glass of the windshields of our perspectives.

I lie writhing, paint from a stary sunset

and a lone mason jar of hopes leaking

into my broken self-image. You

lie amongst your packed boxes, ridding

yourself of the memory of us. You've

already called yourself a taxi to anywhere

that I'm not. "There's no good in goodbye".