Don't Blame Me When it's Over
I love you like a one-time use camera
that I will throw away
once I have enough memories from it.
it's one of those cameras you don't use in a day
that sits around in your kitchen for months
and hides in the back seat of your car
and always has one more picture left to take.
Don't be sad when I no longer need you.
It is inevitable
because of the way we started this relationship—
half-assed, unplanned, pragmatic.
One day I will take that final picture.
I assumed that you were using me
like I was using you, until you started dropping hints
like splashes of spit from a camel's mouth.
I thought only women left behind their sweaters
and forgot that random thing
and need to come back and get it.
But you are getting attached, I know.
It shows now in your wistful eyes
when you look at me, searchingly,
when you cling to me. Then
I gasp for breath like an earthworm
trapped in a tunnel of dirt.
Don't blame me when it's over,
because I warned you to begin with.
One day I won't need your tasteless kisses
or salty neck. One day I will replace you
with myself. Or someone else.