I wish I could erase the fact that I ever met you,
yet I continue to write about the little things you did,
How your hands drifted down the the creases of my body
How your laugh became the soundtrack to my night
How the words you spoke made me feel like I was dreaming
But you erased my innocence and left me in shavings
You obliterated my past and constructed my roots into something I was not.
You drew my mind into a structure I thought it could never be.
You crumpled me as if I were paper, but continued to smooth me out as if the damage you formed had never existed.
“I love you”
Three words that made me feel like I was worth something
Three words you wrote in ink.
Three words that could not be erased
They were a lie.
I was the dull picture you painted
But I soon became aware of what you had created.