The Part of the Story Where You Usually Decide Never to Read Another Romance Novel

Inside another icy car, tears frozen to the cushions. I don't feel like driving, just sitting here listening to another song about a love story gone wrong. The abatement of our feelings is a thought I can't stand to harbor. And when you said we were over, the hard part was when you let a small alugh slip through your lips. A bonafide goodby could've sufficed but no, you left me in this car, a floodgate holding all of the memories back, splitting my mind. If you neglected, that day in this car, to put me at fault for all of your issues, I might not be writing this elegy, the ink freezing on the metal. Simply put, after you lay in bed one night to come up with a way to elude me into your arms, did you make me promise you my heart so I could be your shoulder to cry on? If so then this is your last hurrah.