shakespeare

they say love is brittle.

chain me up and throw me away
bottle up my chemicals
(& our attraction)
and toss it into the sea. carry it
as far away from us as possible.

but oh!
there never was an us.
it tastes foul on my tongue
you and her,
fraternizing with the enemy;
i only dreamt of you
and you never knew.

it’s like glass, someone once told me.
don’t break what you can’t mend;
so why do you break hearts like
china dolls? they’re pretty but
irreplaceable,
just open your eyes and see that.

i’m sorry, i forgot.

you stitched your eyes together
when she asked you to.
(i’m not beautiful, she whispered,
‘you are,’ but the scars were already
tootoodeep to even start to heal.)

like the way you’d throw yourself
off a cliff if she breathed or implied the word,
i would cut myself open and sow myself shut
a thousand times in the name of love.

(hopeless romantic,
the poor tragedian.)

i guess i’m sorry for all
the things i’ve never done
and all the things i have and
i will do in my life.