(I wish I hadn’t written this)

I

here we go 

again 

I’m surprised my heart is still 

beating

II

am I to be added to your collection of stories?

my vulnerability no more than a party talking point 

you forever gathering my words and laughter and pain 

like they could fill you back up 

like they would seep into the cracks

but darling we’re both broken 

and the difference has got to come from somewhere

and I refuse to lose another chunk of my heart 

to someone who doesn’t know how to say I love you

too

II

is it bad I want to 

break 

your heart I want you

 to feel what it’s like to 

want 

someone who finally 

doesn’t feel the same 

I just regret it isn’t going to 

be me

III

get out of my head

stop speaking to me 

it makes everything worse

IV

(why does everyone write a poem about 

you? 

how cliche,

 I 

really couldn’t avoid it)