“Untitled”

Okay, love, here’s
Another confession since
I’m
So good at ’em.
When your black clouds rolled over
Your head, it was me who wanted to hide.
I wanted to break my phone
After every “I’m so mad.”
Your lips never tasted like honey
And pretending so was a waste of energy.
Choking out all the I love yous was harder
Than I had imagined.
Yours always seemed desperate.
As if you know I was going to walk out.
And when I did, it wasn’t just your I love
Yous that sounded like they were clinging
To me.
Your apologies drowned me and I couldn’t
Resurface.
I think after all that,
Love sounds pretty raw.
Doesn’t it?

by CJ

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