My romantic lovers have stemmed from branches
broken off strong platonic relationships
And when the romance bleeds out,
or gets rusty,
or croons like a faulty car engine that no mechanic can repair,
the friendships wobbles like weak knees.
And we use short answers and distractions and distance
to patch the feelings of despair.
The architecture of this poem isn’t very fancy
But it’s good enough to hang my feelings on
I have cried myself to sleep
For stretching myself wide in anticipation of love
And finding heartbreak