His favorite old band shirt rests somewhere in my drawers although now when I wear it my heart no longer breaks and I no longer wear it crying myself to sleep.
The boy before him gave me his sweater and a soft peck outside my house just after sunset but both of those things are no longer in my possession and I feel fine.
The boy before him made me carve my emotions into my skin however that's  not all he gave me I also developed a fear of being touched by boys with guitars and rugged looks but it's now been a year since he destroyed me and we no longer speak I must say I'm doing okay.
The boy before him well I think I've finally done it.. I think I've finally let go although it terrifies me to ever love another boy with baby soft skin and piercing forest eyes, we have not spoken in some time now I doubt he has even noticed because of this the fire in my lungs is still burning but it's gone down to a simmer...I don't know if we're dying out and I don't know where to go from here but I do know that I'm done chasing the boy with the birthmark on his right lower calf and I'm going to be alive, even if it's without him.

*(v.m)