The Chapter I Didn't Write

Would you take back an ex?
Would you watch one die?
Would you watch one fall in love again
(not with you, no, with someone new)
And would you call your new lover to drive fast
Down the highway to pick you up from the floor
Because you drank champagne
So much damn champagne
And your bed’s empty and your stomach’s still sick
Because your ex fell in love with someone new
And no, it’s not you
But this new kid, you know, he’s got a kiss like sharpened knives
And eyes that sing the color of spring
So he’s going to drive and hum and sing
You to sleep, little mama, just you wait.
He’s like hummingbird wings,
All glittering and golden and just humming,
Hovering, fast-paced like your heart
Beneath your ribs keeping it quick and fiery.
You can’t forget you did that.
You don’t write about it because it hurts,
But you found out your ex moved on and fell
In love
And you made your new boyfriend drive
An hour just to rock you back to sleep.
You made up some lie. Some excuse.
Nightmares. Depression. Too much champagne
Heart pain
Stomach-wrenching-kind-of-pain,
But no. You just saw your ex smiling
Next to someone who’s pretty,
Someone who loves him, too,
And you made that stupid new kid drive
All the way to you just so you could
Prove yourself.
This isn’t fun anymore.
This doesn’t make any sense.
This is loving whoever you can because it is easier than being alone.