No more rewrites
My heart, my trust—that goes without saying…
But here’s what else:
My sensibility, that I know a good guy from a bad guy.
My memories, tainted now with the knowledge of your deception.
My front seat at the newspaper wars, because I can no longer bear to read your paper.
My love affair with my city, because I can’t go anywhere without missing you.
My reality, because I don’t know what of the past year was a lie and what was the truth—and if what I lived was mostly a lie, did it ever even happen?
Your half of our promise that no matter what, we would stay in each others’ lives.
You say you hate me now–spit taunts that drop me to my knees.
I will never hate you.
But what you broke more than anything was my love.