I wasn’t too sure about you at first,
Why We Broke Up. You have your
world and I have mine and never the
two shall meet and all that. You are
from the Snarky World, after all,
and I’m doing everything in my power
to be in the Kind, Compassionate World,
so we really never should have met at all.
But the more I read, the more I fell in love
with you, Why We Broke Up, you and
your clever words and your beautifully
simple art, words and art that lured me in,
lingered in my mind and then, of course,
I saw it all coming,
you and your edgy self, the YA world
in which I once lived but now only
see through the pain-filled eyes of
every teen I meet. I knew it couldn’t
last, that the crack in teenage love
that always runs smack down the middle
would finally snap and, like a tsunami,
slap away the entire beautiful world
before my eyes.
I loved you, Why We Broke Up, but
I knew you’d leave me, heartbroken,
bitter, wiser but
more wary Next Time.
And that’s Why I Loved Why We Broke Up.