my phone lit up and your familiar ringtone buzzed,
to the delight of my ears.
i quickly scanned over the text,
not paying much attention until my eyes met two words:
"break up."
at that moment i realized what you sent me.
my father was in the middle of teaching me a game,
and i was quickly mastering it before i got the text.
the text that made me rise to my feet,
subconsciously gathering my breakfast plates and utensils,
laying them gently into the sink with a sorrowful look.
my father questioned me on my appearance,
and i returned with three words:
"we broke up."
tears began to stream down my face as it settled in,
in the same way the cold settles into your bones.
i stormed outside, phone-in-hand, to call you.
you answered with two words:
"what's wrong?"
for you could hear my sniffles through the call.
i returned the question in a different tone,
the words darting off my tongue harshly.
we chatted for a few minutes,
more you talking and me crying.
you told me i was one of the most important people,
and that one day you'd regret this decision.
you ended the call with another three words:
"i love you."
how grotesque of you to speak those words.
the same words you whispered to me many times,
during the times when you looked at me.
a look like i was your whole world.
well your eyes are deceiving and your tongue lies.
the cold's been settling in for a few hours now.
and i'm starting to heat up and realize a few things:
i can survive without you (i've done it before),
i am beautiful without you telling me so,
and i am worth more than two or three words.
you can't bring my world crumbling down.
only i determine what or who can destroy me.
(and it definitely won't be you, for the record.)
so this is done and gone, and here's two words:
"good bye."
and here's another two words:
"thank you."
and when you slither back, asking me to come back,
here's a good three words for that time:
"had your chance."
oh! and here's another three words:
"sucks for you."
-h.m.
