Lies fall aside, like my black bra on messy sheets.
You told me you didn’t have a girlfriend,
but you didn’t mention her or her.

You grew up poor but drove me in a Cadillac.
I wonder if I had more to give than kisses
you wouldn’t have left me for ambition.

We parked outside the forest, with the radio on,
tuned to the rhythmic cadence of our breathing
until our lives had fallen off-beat.

This poem is included in The Sophomore Year Experience poetry compilation.


About Amy

Amy is a freelance writer and artist based in LA. Her hobbies include romanticizing her world, having too many moody thoughts, and wandering through neighborhoods she's never been in.
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