I still have every letter
that you ever sent to me
underneath my bed in a
box that’s marked with
an X for stay out. And
unlike you, I did not
burn your words like you
did mine, and I have not
tried to set these feelings
aflame. A can of gas
and a match
cannot separate you
from me, and even if I
tried to set myself on fire,
your memory would burn
along with my flesh.
Published on June 08, 2014 09:08