Change

I could write long lying lines

about how I hate you.

Counting the ways too carefully

catching smoke in my hands

and forcing thoughts from my head,

I'd follow you

down into that hole I dug, scraping carefully at rocks

and keeping the dirt in jars

while I let off fireworks labeled

"asshole!", "liar", "cheat"

to distract

saving secrets for summer

in case it should get hot

and you should

want me again