Some stories end
and some go on.
I told you “I love you,”
but I was wrong.
Too many nights of uncertainty
were lying next to me,
pillow top couldn’t make lies
STOP
nor put me to rest
anymore.
I tell you a story
of boy meets girl.
You buy a ring.
You buy a dream.
With words like diamonds,
you enchant and hurt me,
relentlessly, effortlessly,
until tears are considered normal.
It was a story of a girl
who loved a boy too much.
A cut I know won’t heal,
a scar I will always feel,
tongue lashing, we’re crashing
and I cry out for you—-
Some stories end,
and some go on.
Boy meets girl,
and it was wrong.
There was a ring
and a dream,
and a girl who loved
a boy too much.
I say, “I love you,”
but the pillow top
makes it all STOP.
