heartbreak

you'd think i'd hate the way i'm bleeding

out

through the cracks in my heart

but it's an exhalation, 

relief

because the worst part is when you

turn

away from me and the worst part is when you

don't

look anymore anyway and the worst part is when i

realize

that only a week ago you wrote me love poems and tucked them inside my locker 

and that only a week ago your lips wove me a scarf made of the way you smell like apple cider 

and that only a week ago i promised to show you the colors on the poster except without the frozen lamination and the worst part is when i

remember

i can't take you to the movies anymore.