
Remember when I told you about my new apartment, I told you first,
And you seemed so proud it almost felt like a curse.
It was in the cheapest part of the city, but you said it was cozy,
And the world was collapsing around us, but our glasses stayed rosy.
Remember that I always called you stunning on your bad hair days.
You made fun of my clothes, told me that fake beauty fades.
We tried to find out which one of us could drink more coffee.
When I let you win, you held up my frown like a damn trophy.
Remember how we used to fight like the outcome truly mattered.
You called me the naïve Alice, I told everyone you are the Hatter.
And you never tried to clean the blood from the kitchen floor,
It was always more important to keep a track of the score.
Remember that we never held onto the grudges or the purple scars,
We hid the scabs and broken egos under layers of tarp.
We knew that one day we would show each other all of the knives.
Do you remember?
We skipped town before the heartbreak took away our lives.
-Jackie