Just a stop along the way

It was a year ago, wasn’t it? 


A broken pair of heels and


pouring rain.


The night of falling


down stairs


of falling


for you.


A photo. 


One hand in my hair, 
your lips pressed to my cheek. 


Carrying me in your arms


so I wouldn’t trip in the rain


but goddamn I’d fallen so hard


that it didn’t even matter.

"She doesn’t mean anything."


You said that, remember?


How many times did you say


that she was boring,


that you didn’t even want to be


around her.


A flight of stairs


face first


would’ve been preferable 
to the way I felt when I heard


that you fucked her.

We say friendship now


but that must mean something 
different to you.


Did you think I wouldn’t see?


A photo.


Almost exactly a year apart,


so similar I almost laughed.


Her lips pressed to your cheek,


her hand on your chest.


Same girl who didn’t mean anything


same girl you fucked


called boring 
said you didn’t want to be around.


I wonder if she thinks she’s different.
Watch out, baby, 
get out before you stumble.

He doesn’t want to catch you.


He just wants to see you on the ground 
so he will feel bigger.

Sure, I fell. 


Just know, 

I’m standing now.


Brushed the dirt off.


You never liked how tall I was,


did you?


For once I’m glad.


Looking down at you,


I realized just how small you are.