and I'd leave a half for you
but you didn't even want it as a whole
so I'll stash it
in the box that hides under our bed
containing movie tickets
paper hearts
and old love notes,
from a time when our writing was still messy.
An unwanted reminder of
when you were a little teenage girl
with little girl dreams
and little girl attitudes.
A time before you
drifted us into
a relationship
which can now easily be described as
"fucked up."
