I scratch out your name
that's written in the back of my mind,
but as I flip through the pages,
I find that you're all that's there.
Just your name,
our memories,
and my broken heart.
Because as I've found out,
I can rip out all the pages,
and burn all of what we had,
but your name will still be engraved
in the back of my mind,
stitched deep into my heart,
and hollowed into my soul.
I don't want to write about heartbreak anymore,
but every line comes back to you.

-k.w//I Can't Seem To Let You Go