a russian love letter.

when you keep the car running
and make me scream when my head has become to heavy to hold
i wonder what object you see when you look at me.
love has enabled me
and broken my wrist, undoubtedly my spirit, too,
stopped me from reverberating an unrequitted love for you.
l o v e i s a d o v e & y o u b r o k e i t s w i n g s .
you closed up my heart and turned a deaf ear to its song.
a long day is nothing compared to the seventeenth,
and you can't take it back.
tommy fell in love, and scathed into the sunset;
didn't turn to wave goodbye,
and forgot me the moment his hunger gave in
to a bowl of unsweetened cheerios.
and with his red headband,
he read my letter and let it fall to the ground.
it blew in the wind behind him and he spoke russian the rest of the way home.