To Make Monsters Out of Girls

by Amanda Lovelace

(when a sad, sad girl with a mangled-up heart comes face to face with a beautiful boy who loves nothing more than mangling hearts, is there really any way it can end other than in bloodshed?)

if you start to keep score, can you still call it love?

this love leaves bloodstains on my once-white linens.

maybe i’m such a night owl because of all those mornings you woke up & magically decided you - no longer wanted me.

tell me— are you breaking her like you broke me, or am i just that special?

can you explain to me why my arms have turned so cold when they never even got the chance to hold you? because i can’t. - nothing makes sense with or without you.

i never wanted to fall for him, & so, in my usual fashion, i d i d

love does not need to be tragic in order for it to be good. the truth is that i would much rather stir to the feeling of his lips meeting my forehead at 5:30 a.m. every morning for the next eighty odd years than settle for living an eternity alongside someone who can’t even be sure where he left his promises the night before.