Talking about the memories makes me think.
Not so much of the night,
But everything I did to get the night out of my head.
To remove the way you stared back
Eyes dark as the black sky
with flecks of lights
Just like the stars,
and promised you me forever.
The way I pounded my head against the kitchen floor
repeatedly, sobbing
hoping it would erase you.
The way I carved it in my skin afterward.
The way all of the words I never got to say fell out of my mouth into the toilet
And it never left.