i asked a classmate for an eraser today
he was one of those artsy types so he had one of those
putty erasers that could be pulled apart and put back together with ease
and as I watched him pull his eraser apart I thought of how much
it was like a bad relationship
you watch each little strand snap and you think you know when
the whole thing is going to fall apart and then it surprises you
by snapping at one end.

I stood there proud of myself for my wise thoughts

(and then it snapped at my end.)