We often remininsce about the good old days

back when everything felt right.

Our eyes were bright back then, and our smiles sincere.

We thought we could take on the world.

Back then, I had a backbone.

Maybe I didn't have this

irrational fear

of possibly angering you.

I didn't dance over eggshells so much.

Not that I was ever one to speak out against you

no matter what

but, you know, I never had to.

Things fall apart

and it's like watching a car accident;

I don't want to watch

but I can't look away.

You're so jaded

that it doesn't faze you.

Blindfolded

you ripped my spine out and strangled me with it

and I lay bleeding

barely breathing

and choking on our memories.