I ache for the time when memories of you consisted of more than
embarrassment
and bold faced lies

When I didn't have to look back and cringe
Because even now, the conversations that include your name are ones where
I find out the truth

And I weep for the moments of comfort and happiness I shared with you
Even though those moments were genuine, they were tainted

You traipsed around with traces of other girls on your sweater
And I was too naive to notice
anything but the rhythm of your breath