There is a room in my brain
with boxes like Russian dolls
each a memory of your lies
your flaws
your name is hidden
in the smallest boxes of them all.

I keep you in there,
to keep me sane out here
but it’s memories of me cannot lock up
the betrayal of a mind which lingers on
my
head
on
your
shoulder
My
fingers
intertwined
around
yours
Our laughter. Our love.
It still bothers me
How I got over the idea of you
But not the idea of us