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