if you want to leave me
i think that is okay
i’ll still remember you
in the pages of my old notebook
doodled over and torn
stained with cherry coke
i’ll read the diary entry
about the time you took my innocence
and how it was
beautiful
if you want to leave me
i think i’ll be okay
because you’re still buried deep in me
like the way ants create castles in the ground
you are the tunnels that i maneuver around
you’re artwork on a wall
too obscure to understand
but yet
everybody understands the sadness emanating
and they cry
because it’s beautiful
i cry because you’re beautiful