i have had the most horrible day.
please realize at some point that i just need you to be there for me. when i tell you that i'm upset, after months of accepting your carelessness, i'd expect you to try and understand.

i don't think i've cried this much in months.

i don't deserve this.
i absolutely detest you, you caustic, cold-hearted bastard.

(and dearest, can you tell, i am trying to love you less.)

There was a chalk outline
of your heart
in my driveway,
where my daisies used to be.
There is no caution tape.
I cannot help but feel uneasy;
your aorta stares up at me from the
blood-black asphalt
every time I try to get the mail.
Every ventricle is still,
perfect, pristine.
My heart is pumping furiously,
and your goddamn vena cava is just sitting there.
It makes me want to tear you
to pieces.
I liked the daisies better.