you strum the instrument
playing with my heart
we’re on the park bench
saying “i love yous”

the world melts into oblivion
between our summer

you
leave in the dead of night
with your spit on my lips

march comes and goes
like a heart throb
in may
i break it off
like ****** bread
biting my heart into pieces

crying on the carpet floor
for a whole month previous
and a whole month after

you play in the radio beat
and then you go on

ferris wheels
taunt the imagination
of my tap
running on too long

empty eyed
i think about our
“always”
and how
they’re always
a lie