Crazy girl.
You could see it on her.
Bones and skin and the sandals she wore
wouldn’t stay on her feet.
It broke my heart.
I loved that girl.
We walked through the mall.
I heard laughter behind us.
Teenagers. Boys.
Psst. Hey.
Crazy girl.
Black and blue laughter.
With cruelty in it.
Cra-zee. Hey crazy girl.
I turned and I screamed.
Screamed every curse word I’ve ever heard.
She watched.
She said nothing.
We drifted apart.
She went back to the place she was born.
Took a bottle of pills in 2005.
Left me her face and the look in her eye.
I saw it on walls.
I saw it on water.
I saw it in hours when that’s all there was.
Psst.
Hey.
I loved you.
You know?
And you broke my heart.
And she said no.
What you did.
There was cruelty in it.
Love would’ve let me fight my own battle.
Love—real love—would’ve stepped to the side.
I’m the one whose heart was broken.
Don’t you know that by now.
Crazy girl.