when it comes down to it

we’re just two high schoolers-

one with a penance for misery

and one for jealousy.

here, we have the start of a bad joke:

a boy and a girl walk into a bar

but neither are old enough to drink.

here,

we have the start of a year long avalanche.

they make eye contact

across a cold room

and when the year is up,

i die here.

you have the truth

so bitter you will spit it out,

and so bitter that i will swallow it whole.