I can still remember the way
the moonlight would dance shyly
on your skin at night.

I hope my name
sends that painful burn
right up to your head
every time you hear it.

And I hope you never forget
the way I would bounce up and down
in the passenger seat to your
horrible off-beat music.

breathe.
because you know what you
do when someone ***** you
over? you calmly take your
heart out of their hands
and leave. you think maybe
you'll sew it back on to
your sleeve but not now, not
today. you put their things
in a box (their cds, their
shirts, their books, their
notes, the little things you
picked up on your dates)
and you put it on the
highest shelf in your
closet, because someday
you will want to remember
them, maybe. if you don't
want to remember them, you
give them the box, you
donate the box, you throw
the box in the river. and
you breathe. because you
deserve better. you deserve
someone who doesn't consider
you a fallback, a plan b.
you will be someone's plan.
you will be the only plan.
you will be my-god-what-
was-i-doing-before-you-
walked-around-that-
corner. remember that
you are enough.
breathe.

Although you can't see,
you can hear .
I know you're listening to me.
My words are spilling out so very fast.

I gave you all I had,
and you gave me away.
I know you're listening to me.
I know you're there.

I have no inspiration;
maybe I could blame that on you.
You gave me up.
I know you're listening to me.

I know you're listening to me.
You gave me away.
You can't see.
I know you're listening to me.

You my last love
You're were the one
The one I'd been looking for
Yet I let you go

Now lonely and lost
Thy heart aches in its darkness
Slowly dyeing
From the self inflected wound
A broken heart