I could pretend you know

about what you saw when I was pressed into the wind

pretend you saw my broken limbs scattered on the ground

pretend the texts and phone calls that made me sick to my stomach,

the Facebook posts,

the cruel pictures,

the broken promises,

the self pity and threats of leaving

were just your special way of saying how much you cared

or I could pretend that I made it all up

twisted it

pretend you were just a poor little bird

who saw branches scattered on the ground,

looking for twigs to build a home

innocent