if it ended up with both of us crying
then we can say it wasn't right
and both of us ended up hurt
like wounds on an already barely mended heart

and scars i hold from you
make me want to drink or
go back to another man
who already told me he didn't want me

over the goddamn phone,
and i know he couldn't wait
in the icy snow, but
now he shuts the door and won't let me

because you didn't want me leaving
but here we are instead

texting up a storm
in an otherwise too-calm room
green air before the rain
i miss the summer before i knew this pain