sometimes it pays
to forget
the boy who told you
”you’re not enough”
because sometimes it pays
to remember
that you are enough
the map I left,
invisible,
on your back,
over your chest,
and collarbones,
down your arm
was marked
with an X
at the collision
of our palms,
when our fingers
intertwined
it’s still ingrained
in your skin
just like
the hole you left
in my chest
still makes it difficult
to breath
I fell in love
with your pretty words
your lovely face
your soft touch
your oh so endearing self
but I didn’t fall in love with you
did I?
Forget all the things he took from you. Forget the words he never spoke, but of which his tongue in your mouth caused you to wish for. What he’s done, what it was, take it all away. You can’t get back what was taken from you. Just hold on, this is about to hurt more than anything you’ve ever experienced. He doesn’t want you anymore.
