The red ruffle of your nose

is too sad

to watch when you cry

When you smile

the chalky pieces of your teeth

seem to disintegrate

Holding your hand

when we walk together

I can feel

your bones pressing

sharply

into my palm

 

Were you always this much of a bitch?

 

I rememeber

how cute I thought

your red nose was

when you were cold

And how

the honeysuckle sweetness

of your smile

reminded me

of homemade sweet tea

 

Truthfully,

I don’t think

I love you

anymore

But when I press

my lips

against yours

 

You taste the same