when I told him I couldn’t do it
he said he felt it coming
and that he understood
he has seen the face of a liar
knows the pain of their knife in your back
he has danced the “pick me” dance
and had to start his life over again
our romance moved so fast
I didn’t have to explain
we took some time apart
and we didn’t play these games
maybe one has to have been there
and experienced it for themselves
maybe after your life gets fucked up like that
only someone who’s been fucked too
can ever truly understand
a girl who writes 