Why Of All People Did It Have To Be You Who Broke Me?

why— of all people— did it have to be you who broke me?

the army anti-love poem

my drill sergeants made fun of me

for having terrible aim

500 freedom seeds

23 targets shot

477 hit cupid in the butt

or maybe it was when i threw that grenade

three feet from cupid’s face

that angered him so much

he took my love away

one arrow shot through my heart

and ripped it clean apart

i’m in love with the illusion you created of yourself—of us, of our future— and it’s been devastating finding out there never was

if you cherish me, i will wake up every morning and consciously choose you. i’ll hold your heart as dearly as my own. i’ll protect it better than i could ever protect mine. i’ll love the parts of you that you struggle to. i promise you’ll never have to feel alone again.

and blessings on blessings

they whisper daily

till gloom lifts to shine

till his lips meet mine

the complicated thing is that even though i never want to talk to you again, i still have so much i want to say.