NaPoWriMo Day 5: Scenes From a Breakup

a life built on memories is not much of a life

Words are cheap
cotton candy platitudes
sweet on the tongue, gone in moments
sick to the stomach

What I could not yet call love
was like the sun
a shivering hangover
a sunburn
rush of pain
then peeling, then raw
then
gone

my roots are not made
for sand
and when your mouth said
you could have loved me
I
slipped

my heart is a clock that doesn't move
but even I
am wrong twice a day




Notes: This is kind of cheating because I started this poem like, a year and a half ago but I was too close to the problem to really write about it.