You’ve burned me so many times
(No, really; my nerve endings are dead) I feel nothing anymore
You tick like a bomb, waiting for final detonation
(Maybe that’s the timer) of a love that will not last
My emotions have been beaten,
(The same color as the bread you) blackened and wasted to ash – a fire rages within us.
(My house is literally burning, and truly)
You are the start of it all, you didn’t have to explode
(I only wanted a strudel) but you ticked for too long
I should have been there
(The handbook said to never leave the kitchen while you were on and) I never should have left
I think about you day and night
(You’re an inanimate cooking appliance, so naturally) I doubt you do the same for me
I entered this relationship with hope
(I blame my hopes of a decent breakfast on the fact that) I exited with unfilled promise
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.