I used to sit
on that bench
just sit
all alone
for no other reason
than it makes me think of you
all the memories
of when we were happy
before the fights
the late nights
maybe I just might
remember
what it felt like
to love you
with no strings attached

I sit in the dark
what did it feel like
when I loved you wholly
without this scar tissue
I’m fighting through
this is what it’s come to
wish I could get a tattoo
and I could touch it...
and be flooded with
this feeling of
pure
innocent
naïve love
that I’m chasing
that there’s no replacing
I’d do anything for us to be embracing
but we can’t.
no.
we can’t.
because there’s no erasing
the words you spoke
that slashed like daggers
through my skin
and into my soul
no.

so I sit on this bench
in the dark
and I feel my heart
slowly
break.