illustrated by

he doesn't love me

but that okay

better to be safe than sorry

so stab me through the heart

again again again again and again

and when the torture is over

the scars will become stories

so please keep hurting me

so that maybe one day I can write a book

and smile at the thanks on the first page

where your name will stay

even if I wanted to write it with you

I can be a footnote in your book

where our paths divide

I can leave with a smile

we'll both forget

until someone brings the other up

and we'll both laugh

with different memories

different versions of each other

but show up at each other's weddings

and clap at the kiss