The Detachment Process

maybe i only like how skinny you are
because i want to be able to break you in half
when i realize you don't love me like i love you.
and i guess i'm beginning the detachment process
before i can even call you mine.
i'm always looking for a way out,
checking for every exit before i even enter the room.
praying i don't break my legs or arms or especially my heart
when i lunge myself from the window.
i already know what hospital i'll go to,
who to call when i'm crying and i can't sleep.
memorizing your facial expressions, your words, and your beauty
so i can write heartbroken poems about you later.

the problem with caring for you
is that i see a winter of pain.
summer's ending and we're just beginning.
the tears will freeze right on my cheeks.