Breaking glass on the kitchen floor just to hear it shatter. Walking barefoot across the scattered fragments to see who can bleed louder. You told me that it only hurts if you let it. An act of temptation crafted perfectly for our type of dare. Im a grudge that you can’t let go of- but you love the way it stings, except I’m way too peaceful for that to actually be true. Now it’s winter and we’re sliding a shopping cart across icy pavement at the local super market- forming crop circles in the snow. If this town goes up in flames then everyone will know that we are the ones holding the match. Crimson hues around my fingernails and when I make a fist it burns. You told me to stop fighting- said I’ve had steam rolling off my back for years and it’s time to cool down. So break the news to everyone that I’m just not as fun anymore. Keep pennies in my skink to save a wish incase one day I realize I chose wrong. If everything crashes then they’ll know it was me all along- they’ll think I made some sort of concoction and evil plan to erase it all- they’ll call me the villain, even though I’m the one holding the pen. Everyone can wish you well, but that means nothing if you don’t wish for it first. Lately I’ve been thinking about how stepping onto the ice of that cold parking lot made me realize gravity doesn’t always have your back. I wish we could still be that naive. Tempt the glass that surrounds us into breaking again. AMT