paper hearts with boys' names

written on them in glittery gel pens and

with little shapes dotting every i or j or

apostrophe.

i wish we were still children,

taping lollipops to valentines and

getting married every other day and

giving kisses like they mean something

real.

but now it's all just broken bottles and

withered yellow roses and

unwrapped but never used condoms because

we don't care anymore

we just don't.

even if we want to.