it’s just butterflies in your stomach, he says,
and leaves out tragic details of
a love that was never meant to be.
on those days, she stacked her fear on empty Kleenex boxes;
only yesterday, she threw out the batteries of her clock,
the ticktocktick seconds of his absence a reminder of
her fairytale romance, the epitome of
broken promises.

it’s raw and dirty and beautiful, like something out of a movie
only this time the pills aren't placebos.