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- it was the year we woke up
- holding hands like otters do.
- she mentions i’d look cute with a gap,
- so i stop wearing my retainer altogether.
- when she tells me that she loves me and
- that she has a lying problem on the same day,
- i know i am completely and utterly fucked.
- she makes me watch star wars with her,
- and then she doesn’t even watch it,
- she watches me watching it, to
- make sure i’m reacting properly.
- i read her daily horoscope
- to her as she gets ready;
- even though she doesn’t
- believe in it, she still tries
- to act interested in astrology
- and all of that other hippy
- dippy trippy shit i believe in
- but can’t prove.
- i fell in love with her quickly,
- the way she wanted me to.
- all skin and poem and diet coke,
- listening to regina spektor on her
- bed as she calls me baby girl
- and plays with my hair.
- when i find a boy’s hair in
- the rough drafts of her
- poems, i pretend not to.
- when i ask her what she loved
- about him, she says, “i know
- this is bad, but he was so terrible
- to me that i never ran out of things
- to write about.” - i wonder if she
- wants a lover or a writing prompt.
- “there’s a certain high to hating yourself,”
- she told me once, i try not to point out
- the irony as she tells me how toxic our
- relationship is between drags of her cigarette
- when she takes me on a date
- to the rink that she used to
- skate at with her last love,
- i do not sob.
- when she apologizes for the way
- that he is still the spare key to heart,
- i assure her that it is no problem.
- i try not to be jealous of his sheer good
- fortune. i do not hate him for
- becoming the flood in my backyard,
- i do not hate myself for falling in love
- with a drought dressed like a girl;
- but i do hate myself for falling in love
- with the feeling of being loved.
- years later, she is drunk when
- she tells me, “loving you is the
- kindest thing i almost did.”
- and how impossible it is,
- to train the heart to sit.
- the last time she shouts at me,
- my name foams madly at her mouth,
- she tells me, “i don’t know how to
- love anyone with my whole being,”
- and all at once i feel so stupid
- and so small as i tell her,
- “well, i don’t know how to not.“
- in an effort to get her to stay,
- i promised her, “i will be what
- ever you want me to be.“
- she tells me that is the problem.
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