You Take Your Heart and Walk Away

I remember the way you looked at me when you said that I
broke your heart
and
left you
there to
die.
I remember that we weren't friends for a long time after.
I remember being angry that you would not let me have this,
this one story,
when you'd already had so many.
I remember that it wasn't worth it.

I remember you urging me forward;
you didn't want to pick sides,
but you said you would be on
mine.
I remember thinking that I didn't want there to be any opposition,
I didn't want you to have to choose.
(You shouldn't have had to choose.)

I remember trying spare you.
I remember failing because of that
damn smile
and those
damn words
that were
effortless.

I remember telling you what I'd heard.
I remember what a
horrible liar
you were when you said they were all
wrong.
I remember you
laughing.

I remember the year that I wasn't happy.  

I remember you digging into my 

insecurities 

and not being 

bothered to 

cover them up 

again.  

I remember when we became 

friends 

again.  

I remember you took me out, 

but just to remind me that 

he wasn't mine anymore 

and that he 

never 

was in the first place.  

I remember believing that.

I remember being

sick

of everything.

I remember how

desperate

I was to get everything back.

But I remember you telling me that

we could

never

be the same.