I knew when we started this
that is was still about her
But I had wanted you for so long that it was enough
for you to only fold your hand with mine in prayer for her finger tips
It did not matter that when you exhaled my name you were really gasping for her…
Like I had you breathing through a straw

I syphoned myself into that straw like it was a feeding tube
like you needed me
You choked on me like medicine
like medicine
Something to help heal the gaping hole in your chest
Because when Cupid arrives he shoots arrows
but in his wake he drops bombs

I collected your pieces from the battle field like they were wild flowers
I tied them with a scrap from my white flag of surrender to the ghost of her
I called it a bouquet
You had it sent to her house with a card that read:
"I cannot breathe."