I didn't break it baby;
I let it go! I could not
stand one more second
of it withering on the
goddamn kitchen floor.

it had been dying for
months. hiding in the
radiator by the endtable.
(where you go to write
and meet with him)

we all know.

you thought it was love
all this time. but it was
only your own madness
cracking and sparking.

and when we saw your light
that day, you vanished. and
we figured we could
let it go, after that because
it started moving under
the wallpaper, eating dreams.