and when they ask you about me
i hope that you do not stumble over your words
when you tell them
“i fucked up. i absolutely destroyed the only girl who genuinely loved me.”
because you never, not once, stumbled over your words
when you lied to me about where you were disappearing to
every other night
no, the only stumbling you did then
was into the front door
your eyes wild and hair disheveled
do not stumble this time
because if you stumble
there will no longer be someone there
to help you back up
