Roaming Eyes, Lover Cries

He calls me again, slurring his words and crying. This is just another stab in the heart from my lover, no big deal. Lying on the bathroom floor, I hold back tears and listen to how he found himself in the arms of another -- again.

Not that I can complain. We both had knives plunged into our chest. We claimed each other, yet we couldn’t commit.

Tall, gorgeous boy from summer camp says that one day, we will go away together and sleep under a blanket of stars while we listen to the waves crashing, a lullaby. He grabs my face and kisses me under a canopy of trees in the summer heat, just like in the movies. He says leaving me will break his heart. We skip activities to hide and kiss in a field of flowers, me trembling under the weight of his golden gaze... and my guilt.

If only I had known what he did with my friend right before I drove back just to soak in the warmth of his presence.

I flung myself into the arms of a boy who pretended to worship me, someone who threw girls away like yesterday’s garbage.

I call my lover crying on the bathroom floor because the boy with ochre eyes stole me away. He holds back tears and listens because he can’t complain.