She loved him - or,

At least, she thought she did

She didn’t start crying until she sat down

On the metal bleachers

They made her legs

Sticky and cold

It started to rain - of

Course

It only made her cry more

 

The park was a 3 minute walk from her house - but

It took her 7

It was a 15 minute drive for him, but

It took him 30

 

She sat there waiting

In spandex and a cut-off

This outfit use to make him go crazy

She hoped it would again - one

Last time

Eventually she stopped crying

 

Sitting in the rain like a pathetic romance scene

She saw his car pull up – the least he could do was get out and walk to her

He didn’t

She strode to him

With such confidence

That he flinched

When she threw his sweatshirt at him

 

“Here’s your mother-fucking sweatshirt”

He had the nerve to question HER

She whipped around

With all the fury and betrayal within her

Every toxic memory of his

Kiss

His hands around her waist

His soft voice

Whispering in her ear “I love you”

The poison he is now

She spat off the tip of her tongue

“What? Am I supposed to be SORRY now?”

 

He hit me

And it felt like a kiss