Party favors.

So I sat with a broken phone and an empty stranger’s lighter

“You’re the life of the party!”

How could I be when all I do is die inside?

Again and again

Like a loop, tangled in the worrisome doubt of a tomorrow that hasn’t even happened.

“Do that thing again!”

Where I fuck everything up? Or when I fall apart?

A circus act

A never-ending heartbreak

The worst part is that it all comes from me

Never again

I won’t be the burnt up matchstick that finds its way to your lips

The empty bottle that you suck dry

The hangover headache you wish away

A stain on your day

Never again

Will I break my heart to mend yours?