How do I tell you that when you left me it tore out all the good parts of me too. In four years when we bump into each other at the store and you’re with another girl do I blurt, “We were a delicate perfection but you were a strong wind” do I look at her until my eyes turn inside out and I melt onto the ground.
My hands sweaty, my hair a mess. We barely make eye contact. Do you know you were the worst pain I ever felt. Do you know I had to grow a new heart from scratch. Do you know that some sick part of me still wants your approval.
It’s a nice day, isn’t it? Oh, didn’t know you lived around here. Yesterday I was making breakfast and had to stop because suddenly I remembered the way you smiled in the morning. She seems lovely. How bout those red sox.