you always said, “Maybe.”
break my heart?
i drank myself years and years away
from you, but you never understood
what Maybe meant. you never knew
that words crushed, so you used the
worst one as often as you wanted.
“do you love her?”
we belonged under the stars, not on top
of the earth. we belonged in champagne
bottles as the gasps of air, not as the lips
on the glass. you belonged with me, i said,
but all you said was,