She says that she loves me “So much.”
She says that when she thinks of me being upset
Her heart is stabbed every time.
She says she sees it in my voice and that she feels it too.
She tries to hold my hand.
I tell her the relationship is killing us.
That family and friends of ours
Are right, we are wrong. I tell her that we
Need to break up before we kill each other.
That I never cared for her the same way.
She cries now. She tells me that she loves me.
She says that it hurts when I say such things,
Her heart gets stabbed every time.
She picks the tear off her cheek,
Let's the large opening of her sweater fall off her shoulder,
And whispers, “What do we do?”
I tell her, “Nothing.”
I tell her, “We’re over, baby.”
I stand up and look down at her
While she leaks mascara onto her tights.
When her heart gets stabbed it always sounds the same,
like a cough asphyxiating in syrup,
like a face trying to suck tears back in.
I shake my head, grab my keys
And slam the door behind me.
Entering the rain outside I feel good.
There’s a girl crying back there
And I can hear her deep sobs through the walls,
It’s all reassuring me that
Before I open my car door,
Before I rev my engine a third time,
Before I have the chance to call my buddy down the road and tell him I need to get the stink on,
Before I light this cigarette, the girl will run out here
And beg me to come back inside.
