We were a secret
so when it was over,
I didn't have the luxury of a dramatic broken heart.
There were no gatherings of girlfriends
to coddle me and curse you.
No group vows
to cut you in public.
Just the curses and vows I made alone,
and they left a bitter taste.
We divided our possessions equally.
You got our friends, our places, and our life.
I got principles, silence, and a coal in my throat
that I've never quite choked down.
its heat curls my tongue and tempts it to run
wildfire wild until I swallow
hateful and hard.
I have no faith in firebreaks and water;
I know I'm the one who would burn.
For Open Link Monday at Real Toads