Bandaids and stitches and chewed wads of bubble gum
but nothing was enough to pull together
the gap that stretched between us.
I remember the first time I knew it wouldn’t last,
and my aggressive optimism immediately following.
I believed that if I loved you enough,
hung onto every word as if it was your last,
held you close enough-
that I would be given the results I craved so deeply.
But it was never about me,
it was always about you.
From the very beginning,
you made me feel as though I was fighting a losing battle
and your troops kept advancing.
“This won’t work.”
“I don’t feel the same way.”
“I never cared about you at all.”
“Everything was a lie.”
And for the grand finale,
“You’re crazy and I’m scared of you.”
It’s impossible to pull a person to shore
if they desperately want to drown in the shallows.