When he’d asked
Me if I wanted to
Give us another
Chance, I had the
This was a
Have had many
Times. My answer
Not the kiss I didn’t get.
Not the flowers not meant
For me. Not the sorry
I never heard. My heart
Was too young to
Die. I told him to
Fuck off and walked
When I’d told her I understood, I’d lied.
I hadn’t any idea what heartbreak looked like.
I hadn’t known looking into the mirror
Looked like staring at a corpse.
I hadn’t known heartbreak looked like
A decaying mass of red in the cavity
Where your heart is supposed to be.
I hadn’t known what heartbreak looked like then.
I often wonder about being honest.
What if for every question they ask,
I give them a real answer?
What if every time they ask
How I am faring without them,
I tell them I am not?
What if every time they get drunk
And call me saying they miss me,
I tell them I do, too?