TRAGIC Poem: Collateral Damage, by Lindsey Nance

Fiery crash.
Bombs detonating—
how did we get here?

Shrapnel in my hair.
Nothing’s fair in hate and war,
your finger poised on the trigger.

Take me back
to when I was in love with thoughts of you,
and you were lost in my eyes.

Gasps pool out of my chest,
‘sorry’ dying on my lips.
We silently vowed to always ruin each other.

Distance closed.
Your timing has never been worse.
Forgiving you died in the desert.

Chest compressions and yelling codes.
Our gazes locked—
the first one to break the silence loses.

My vulnerabilities scattered across the floor for you,
again and again and again.
I just wanted you to love me.

Too fucking late.
Your back turns away from me—
the cord between us snaps.

I crash.