That red wine birthmark on your shoulder
Two winters longer than an fling
Could try again when we are older
Maybe the time could kill the sting
I wake up it’s fine
in the morning light
I feel sort of over it
and it’s not like I
lay awake and cry
over someone undeserving
of my space and time
god i swear I’m fine
but it’s when I go to bed
Do you remember last December?
Screaming our heads off on the frost
and how all of our friends were watching us
the way you watch something combust
and the words that hung hot in the air
and how dumb did you think that I was?
cause none of your lies were adding up
now I know
I know I know I’m better off but
I wake to find your memory
replay that one Soccer Mommy
song for an hour or til you leave
Whichever first provides relief
Was there a time before you, me?
I watch us from the mezzanine
where once there was a bolder man
you cower now in comic sans