He said “girls like you, they never last”

He said “girls like you, they never last”

And she was breathing two at a time

Saving all of her spaces for those days when silence was needed

And they were on the dead patches of grass

Turning their backs red with the seasons

And no one ever questioned if they were bleeding

They hardly questioned it themselves

She set bombs at midnight

Outside his window, he’d wake up to chaos

And she’d be there, like sunsets and sunrises

But that was then and this is now

He’s in the bathroom stall reading her name on the walls

And she’s in her bedroom writing on the windows

Keeping the fog for those days he needed to know

How much she really loved him

And the people on the streets

They admired them like statues

The scratches on the floor are hardly visible now

And all those broken light bulbs have long since been forgotten

He’ll pass by her door

Bleed on the welcome matt

And she won’t hear him over the songs they used to listen to

Because he was right

If she had to choose

She would die first