you look like hell

you didn't tell him

that you held your cheek

against my cheek

in the quiet

in the dark

of your garage

because you wanted to see

how

it

felt

(in june of

last summer

after i spent three days

in a car)

or

that you didn't 

want

me

to

leave at all

or

that we talked for

four hours (twelve thirty 

to four thirty) the night

before 

your greek

final this semester

and you were all smiles

all the while

or

that we talked 

three times yet again

that following week

for

several

hours

at

a

time

or

that you texted me

after that even

a couple

or

few

times

or 

that you quote

me and

the things i write

all

the time.

you didn't tell him that

did you?

no,

eric

is

always

the

bad

guy,

the

instigator,

your

scapegoat.

you say

you tell

him

everything

and we both know

                                that you don't.