Poetry & Aesthetics

Your ex boyfriend meets you in a comic book store. He tells you that you give good hugs, he smiles, He goes home after exchanging numbers with you. He lives hours from you and you talk all the time to make up for the fact. He shares your interests, your passions, your enthusiasms, He clicks with you in no time whatsoever. When he tells you that he loves you, your ex boyfriend Will stumble and trip over his words Like some form of obstacle, an accident, a mistake. He does not realise this yet, but for now, You are the gold in his life You are long hair and flannel shirts Obscure music and a passion for superheroes and comic books. Your ex boyfriend stays with you over the summer. You share souls, share stories The week after he leaves, you spend time wondering What might have been if he stayed longer. What might have happened If he lived closer, was closer, got closer Your ex boyfriend has big hands perfect for your own. But you find yourself falling through his fingertips like sand And it isn’t something that could have been stopped. Your ex boyfriend Insists it’s his fault, that he’s the reason You slipped out of his palms and into the open sea. Your ex boyfriend asks if you can still be friends. You snatch this offer in the same way he stole your heart so quickly And you try to treat it with the same care he treated you. You sit at home at four in the morning. You and your ex boyfriend haven’t spoken in months And you accept his offer once again, you ask how he’s been You hope you can be friends at least. Your ex boyfriend sees your message. He will not text you back.