3PM in The Park
It’s late August and school is starting,
seasons of people at the park are always changing.
Dads with tattoos and curly-haired children. Moms looking through their phones smiling at babies.
I am sitting on the bench with chocolate on my fingers unable to understand.
My friends have houses with husbands or apartments with partners and here I am killing cockroaches with Doc Martens.
Reminding myself I will never be this young again and amidst everything there is still one thing.
I want to say I hate you
When I was a teenager I stopped cutting myself to romantic comedies but the urge is still there.
And I stepped on your foot the first time we kissed but It didn’t matter because you liked me anyway
I took precautions when our conversations turned short and I knew we were fading.
But I was never told why.
I saw a cute rat on the street last night, it reminded me of you.
