She fell for me
And I
For her
But I
Never told her that
I let her believe that
I don’t really care
I let her think
That I don’t need her
But now
Now she is leaving
And I
Will be left behind
Just like
I intended it to be
She doesn’t know
That she is
Better off
Moving away
And making her name
Then staying here
In bed with me
Where
We don’t get anything done
That the world outside of the sheets
Thinks is productive
We just get each other off
But the world tells her that she has to be a nurse
So now she must go become a nurse
Things could always get worse
Things could always get worse . . .
All she has to do
Is go become a nurse
And leave me behind
So I can take what hurts
And turn it into line after line
Pain is so much more inspiring
Then peace, anyways . . .
So, let it rain
Let it rain.
It is all
Exactly how I intended it to be.
And I only ache a little
When I see her pieces of chewed up gum
Still on my nightstand.
-C.H.