The Film

*The original poem was written the first time He broke my heart. One year later, it has been edited and reborn. 

I am not a quiet girl in all the right ways. 

I think you know what I mean. 

Think you understood since day 1

when I said I liked your hair. 

and your eyes.

and your voice.

and your brain. 

Day 1 was the preview; 

the trailer for the Oscar nominated film that we'd become 

It's dialogue, witty and charming,

written from the heart.

Its opening scene: your hand in mine.

The kind of movie that makes you think, 

The kind of movie that makes you cry. 

The kind of movie not a lot of people will understand.

But I feel like this film hasn't ended just quite yet. 

It was cut short, concluding in a somewhat choppy manner

but leaving enough open ends to make a sequel. 

Like StarWars. 

Like Lord of the Rings. 

Like Harry Potter.

The film was cut short.

(BECAUSE YOU POURED ACID ON IT.)

The audience did not see this coming. 

But I'll be patient strong. 

I will go about my days and forget about The Film for a while. 

I will (give you) cross my the fingers

and wait (live my life without you.) 

until you announce
the sequel to this heartbreak. 

(Because this is the only sane choice I can make for myself anymore.)

I am taking control back.