Slow Suicide

I watched you cut off your own arm. All

you did was wince. You moved the knife

to your throat and cut a deep slit. All

I could do was watch. It took you days

to die and throughout the week all

you did was live like a normal, healthy

person. I did know how. All

I knew was that you were not.

For You

In lieu

of screaming, here’s my adieu.

I dyed my hair blue

just to spite you.

You gave me the love flu,

crushed me like a bug under your shoe.

Now, I’ve had time to stew.

I guess you always knew,

just as sure as morning dew.

It was you who drew

me in, went through

me, just another girl in your queue.

So one plus one does not equal two.

It just equals me, it’s true.

I am my own crew.

Not even strong enough to chew

through pencil-thick bamboo.

I guess this is what it is to rue.

Someone else will have to do.

For now, I dyed my hair blue

just to spite you.

Deletion

So you deleted me. Big

freaking deal.  All it means

is that I won.  You know

that, right?  You could not stand

to see me happy, to see

me succeed.  It was killing

you, watching me be okay

after you destroyed me.

Cell Phones

Cell phones were the death

of us.  Thought each other

out of our league, sometimes

inferior, otherwise superior,

never equal.  Here, we failed.

All we ever were came down

to equality.  But even text

could not equalize us.

One Day

One day, we will talk of today

and how we batted balloons

around the room and drew

our hearts from our chests

while planning tomorrows.

We will remember how ceiling

tiles violated the spherical

inflated plastic, popping

and exploding it into pieces

just as our schedules.

And we will remember how

we knew we would talk of this

one day.

Cinderella

After all, Cinderella was Cinderella

before Prince Charming ever

entered the picture.  She dawned

before the ball, before midnight

was even a concept.

She did not need Charming today,

or tomorrow.

Did you mean yesterday, darling?

No, she was fine then, too.

Feeling Pretty

I didn’t need you, you know,

to make me feel pretty.

I was okay. I did alright,

wearing that dress.

I danced alone. Abandoned

throughout the night.

I hated you for not being

there, like you promised.

I was okay, though.

I will be okay, you know.

I won’t let you take that

away.