Means To An End

it wasn’t my corona rimmed lips that did it. 

it wasn’t the way you pulled over. it wasn’t 

the way you opened my door with your right 

hand and found your left conflicting with my 

cheek. it wasn’t the sobbing falling from my 

mouth into an ocean in your ears. it wasn’t 

the struggle you kept up from drowning.

 

it was you. fighting for a reason to keep me. 

it was me. fighting for a reason to leave.

 

- Y. (@crwd.plsr)