I apologize in advance for slashing all your tires
and stealing all the condoms in your nightstand so you really
have to think about what you are doing
the next time you carve out the insides of another girl.
If she gets pregnant, I will pay for the abortion
just so she realizes that you could fuck up her whole life .
You will wish you played guitar, you
will wish that you mailed me a manila envelope of love notes
you will wish you were dead like I did every day
I was with you, you will wish
you didn’t put pebbles in my luggage so I could leave town.
She can have the hairs you left in my bedroom
and the shirt my best friend bought that we shared for years.
She can have the train tickets I bought to get to you
and she can have the money I wanted to spend on new ones.
She can have the sound of your stomach growling
and the knife I cut your Xanax with when you were anxious.
She can even have the Valentine’s Day poems I wrote
with every graphic detail of you taking my fucking virginity.
I apologize in advance, I am sorry I am not sorry
about anything but being with you:
I am sick of giving myself bruises on every inch you touched.
