Maybe, they tried. Maybe, her voice was silver, but her words were just never enough. Maybe she asked him to stay until her throat ran dry– maybe they tried to love the first time. Maybe, forever, only means “until I find someone else.” Statistics show that 50% of marriages end in divorce. Statistics show that 90% of children with divorced parents will end up divorced themselves.
I’ve spent the past 48 hours trying to brush your DNA off my tongue.
I went to sleep with my hands wrapped around the concave of my own torso, my bones must become tired of holding me together–
I wear my heart like a broken painting propped up against the side of your kitchen sink, I’m sorry I could not be what you wanted, I’m sorry our love was not enough, to make you want to stay.


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