I’m torn between keeping youand creating new memorieswith someone whose skinI’ve always wanted to...

I’m torn between keeping you

and creating new memories

with someone whose skin

I’ve always wanted to explore.

I hope you always remember

that I love you, loved you more

than those intoxicated women

who came before me.

But there is something about

your past that I can’t let go,

something I know you would

take back if you could.

And I hate myself for holding

this against you, but I also

hate you for being able to

throw the word love around

like it was something that is

so cheap and so disposable.