beLIEve

When she looks at him she sees chapped lips,
scraped knees, and everything that shouldn’t be pretty.

He’s the wrinkles in her bed sheets and the knots in her hair.


She grew up thinking life was like a disney movie,
and he grew up knowing it wasn’t.
He was the first one to point out that
believe had the word “lie” in it and
each night she wishes that he hadn’t.


Tonight she says,
“We’re some of the lucky ones that still wake up each morning.”
and he says, “How is that lucky?”

Tomorrow he’ll say, “I want to get drunk with you.”
and she’ll say, “okay.”
Tomorrow he’ll say, “i want your innocence but it’s not because I love you.”
and she’ll say, “okay.”



He makes her sound like a broken record.
His words are her weakness.
He’ll drop his body on her like an anchor
and tomorrow the bed will feel empty without him.




btw;: just when I think I've finally gotten out, I've been pulled back in. Thanks a lot, Krista. I just want to get away from that scene. It really is uncool, love. I've realized this, so when are you gonna?