I will delete the pictures, delete the messages, delete the entirety of the reasons I fell in love with you; I’ll delete the poems, the late night whispers, the kisses, the print of your fingertips marking my body,   delete the tears,
the nights I spent alone wishing you were here,
crumbling beneath me,
dismantling the pain,
melting the mornings and nights into subdued shades of dusk
and dawn
and rain
where between twilight hours
you’d gaze into my eyes and find the stars and the sun
all entwined
as one.

I will delete all evidence of my heart breaking.

I kiss you with her lips
And you kiss me with his
Our empty hearts
Born out of solitude
Reminisce within the shadows of
Old lovers.

Under your heart, I undressed the covers of your
Soul, your eyes marked with lust
Glazed over
My feminine form,
The contours of my figure edging the
Lines of your mistrust.
Under the covers, you undressed the canvas of my
Body, my eyes marked with love, and
the warmth between us
left me afloat, barely hanging
upon
the whispers
of
Your
Words

She understood that she fell in love with
No one
Because he's always changing face.

He mastered making masks
So he never had to face himself.

I never knew your kiss, your whispered
touch, the silhouette of our
nights haunt the fragments
you left behind of
my
heart.