She Tells Me That She Loves Me

I push my eyes into the corners of the room

As I say 

That’s nice  

There’s a silence where I want to declare that I think of her constantly but the words melt into my tongue like candy floss 

Sweet nothings 

Her face is darkened by regret 

An apologetic smile 

My palms feel too dry; my stomach heaves against the slosh of bile 

She said it

I am trapped in this moment of long-awaited revelation 

It is Tuesday 

Why is it always Tuesday?

Her knees are shivering against mine

I chew the inside of my cheeks and end up saying something like 

So there’s that 

Thanks for telling me 

Fuck

Her tears fall silently 

How can I explain?

I can’t give her these fragments of my heart 

I just can’t break again