as we fall

chances

wind twists your messy hair
ruffling the newspapers left
on the ground
causing a squirrel to scurry
off
i can tell that what you are
about to say pains you
and i already know what's coming.
we have been a sinking ship for
years, darling;
that still doesn't make it any less
painful.
fitting, that you will be the one to
end it;
after all, you were always the first.
you kissed me first,
you said "i love you"
before i had even muddled
out my own feelings.
you were always the leader of your
pack, the alpha,
with me lagging a bit
behind.
it's still painful.
i still love you too
much too let
go
just
yet

please close your pretty
mouth around your words:
it is open wide enough for me own
to fill the quiet space.
"i'm not ready yet. i just
need one more chance."
that is when you smile
sadly.
"how many more chances do you
need? i've given you enough
chances to stretch to the moon.
we just don't work."

and that is when
at last
for the first time in six years
my tears escape their
iron cage
and flow freely down the
bridge of my
slightly-crooked
nose.

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dedicated to my friends who i know are reading this *cough*ADAM *cough*
<3