Subject line: Barbie & Ken.

 

charlotte, north carolina

Tears sizzled to my eyes as we realized what had happened.

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

At least that’s what you said.

You never meant to lay a finger on me,

But yet a fit of rage some how ended with five on my cheek.

But yet I left with you.

Because that’s how it is supposed to end right?

The quarterback and the cheerleader having a seamlessly perfect existences,

Together.

Barbie and Ken, with their flawless appearances, were meant for one another.

So I looked the other way,

Never speaking of it again,

Because that’s what you’re supposed to do.

And everything else will fall into place.

Sweet nothings and flowers will mend the wounds after the apology,

But I never got one.

Just a mumbled excuse of liquid courage that had turned on him for the night.

And we never spoke of it again.

Because we’re Barbie and Ken,

And there’s not instructions or writing on the back of the box to say what to do when one of us malfunctions.