Every “I love you”
punctuated with
“but,”
“however,”
“not enough”
and the earth trembles
beneath my feet
and I don’t even know
what
to do,
where
to stand.

I search for
crumbs under your table
because you’re eating
with him
instead.

I reread text messages
because you are
with him
instead.

I kiss you
knowing tomorrow
he will
kiss you
instead.

I dream of you
and wake knowing
you dream
of him
instead.

He has time on his side,
but now all your time is
spent
with me,
thinking
of me,
in love
with me.

Every “I love you”
punctuated with
“but,”
“however,”
“not enough”
and I don’t even know
what
I’m doing,
where
I’m standing.

I don’t even know
if
I am
standing
because my face keeps
hitting the ground
but I don’t even notice
the blood.

Every “I love you”
punctuated with
“but,”
“however,”
“not enough”
and I don’t even know
if you
mean it.

You say you love me
and I feel your
lips against mine,
curling into a smile as
you pull me closer and
I don’t ever
want it to end.

You say you love me
and reach for your phone because
his name
popped up again
and can you really love me

if

you can

still be

with

him?

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