An Explanation
It starts with a 'hey', a smile
a wink. I blush, you act
infantile, we laugh together
It continues at the
library. Literary discussions,
sneaking around librarians with
furrowed brows. On the freeway
driving in the rays of the yellow
sun to a peaceful beach.
We're like the trees of the trail
natural
Your heart is on your sleeve like
bold newspaper print
You want to peel away
my layers and see the
burned history. I can't let
you. Won't let you.
You are one of many. Not the
first or the last I will
wound. The breakup is
the hardest. It burns
you and eats you.
You cry, you're angry,
you hate me because
you're different and I'm
the same…and I'm gone.
The cycle repeats. Love,
Manic Pixie Dream Girl
