You can tell methat you no longer want me, and that my absence is something that you haveonly grown...

You can tell me
that you no longer
want me, and that my
absence is something
that you have
only grown from.
You can tell the boy
with a cigarette
dangling from his lips
that his skin
is the only texture
that you ever want
to feel upon yours.
But no matter
how many times
you tell me that you
no longer love me,
and that the feelings
you once had for me
have disappeared
along with my presence,
I will never believe you.
Because unlike him,
I was there on that night
where your walls
were completely torn down,
and when your hands
had a mind of their own,
and wouldn’t stop
at anything to explore me.