the first day i met you
you asked me what i
saw in you as if
already knew i was
3 days later i was crying to my mum because you told me someone’s already broke your heart and i swear i could feel the missing shards under my skin.”
You said, baby girl
a heart’s only business
is to break once
so i tore my chest open and gave you mine.
Said i would stay up all night and glue yours back together
knowing you were only going to break it one day.
you didnt show up to school the next day, or the day after that, and fuck, i lost count after 3 weeks.
But then i saw you and there it was
the pierce through my chest,
blood all over the floor.
people came over handing me tampons
i said “NO MENSTRUAL CRAMPS COMPARE TO THIS.”
you smiled like it was a favor and that downtown, high ponytail girl kissed you on your scared shoulder.
I wonder if she ever asked you how you got that scar,
i wonder if you ever told her how there were so many god damned punch buggies and i still had bits of your heart under my knuckles.
I wonder if she know’s you’ll never fall asleep beside her, or maybe that’s the thing,
maybe you do.