If I could I would have a summer bonfire
setting all the painful memories
of everyone whom I slept with.
I would burn every
word they whispered
into my ear
every
sigh
and
every
moan.
I would burn the
way they told me that I
am the most beautiful girl
they got into bed.
I would pour kerosene onto
how they held me
and throw matches
on how they
would stare
into my
eyes.
I would roast every
gift they bought me
thing they made
me, and
things they
found that reminded them
of me.
I would take every piece of me
I gave them
and  burn it
to the ground.