July 3rd, 2022

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by Ripples404

by Ripples404

I knew things were bad.
I could feel things falling apart,
it was happening this time but slower.
More of a decay than a break.
Like the petals falling off a rotting rose,
not dropping a vase.
You lit a match and watched it burn to the end, except my fingers were the ones scorched when the wood burned out.

July 8th, 2022.
We went bowling, we went to the movies,
and we sat in that park.
We sat and talked for hours and hours on end.
You told me how much you loved me,
and how beautiful I was.
I told you how much I trusted you, and how much time we had wasted when we were apart.
We laughed, and kissed, and screamed.
We sang, we giggled, and we slept.
It was my favorite day this summer,
I bragged for days and days afterward.
We both even kept the movie ticket and stored them in our phone cases.
Life was perfect that day.
I was finally happy again.

July 3rd, 2022.
You texted him.
I bet I could get back with her by the end of summer
Her.
As in.
Her. The one who did nothing but ruin our relationship from the moment it began.
Her. The one that made me cry for days because of what she had said.
Her.
As in.
Her.

Five days before you looked me in the eyes and told me I was perfect, told me you loved me, you bet that you could get with her.
Five. Days.
I wish I could fucking wipe you from my memory.
Fuck. You.