Don't you ever think of me?
And how I was the one to leave
Boxes of jewelry, a perfectly crafted
Tattoo on my forehead
The majority of my days I think
Never of you
And perhaps, no
I am sure
It is the reminder
Of the Southern humid air
And the men I brought home
Only to leave holes in the wall near my head
And still, I carry the **** on.

Something occurred to me now
In my little white sweat shirt
Why could none of us ever be okay?

Forgiveness like the red worn gloves
In the sleeve of my snow jacket
A message at 4am
Or
Boarding a flight and nodding my head
How fat you have grown.

A twinkling box
Who would of thought
You would all move on
Get married someday
I tried to make an ode to it all
With a camera, a wedding dress
A bit of old glue
Only to see now with wiser eyes
The little gaping cuts and holes
Whispering
Don't be afraid to fill me up
Little swan one.

A ring or two
Black hair like a Jonas brother
I loved him more than the blood keeping me alive
Pictures slid and idle by at times
That could have been me
Or me
That was almost once me
I left, I went, I outgrew
You left, you cheated
You gave up.

And I can chalk it up all day to youth
As the universe titled on its axis and said
"Not yet."

The promise of hope, anew
I've got jewelry and cradles of the love exchanged
Wanting to be done with each of those days
Until biting into the fence of fresh flesh
Experience
And now I'm the taken, happy one

And it's not because I gotta make it so
Or justify the creased lines in my forehead
It's not easy
But it's lasting and deep.