Chloé Montana Rash

A Divorce On 25th And 9th

We were never ripe, were we?
Do I taste the same to you now that we’ve expired?

I left love here because otherwise I would not wake, fragments of ventricles and rhythmic contractions would bury my sight and force me to sleep.

When was the last time you kissed me?

Every summer, for the past 6 years, you were in trouble.

When did I start to lose myself in the idea of us? When did you start to run away?

Sometimes the only way to solve a broken heart is to remember that you can’t – at least not right away.