Oh baby
Didn't you know?
There's no erasing me

I can never expect
For you to come back and beg for what you threw away
I can only try to ignore
The magnetic pull that drags me to you

I let his lips touch me where yours used to
I let his hands grab what belonged to you
I let his arms hold me the way you loved to

I let him lie with me the way you promised we'd lay forever
I let him whisper nothings that I didn't listen to
I let him

And that's the worst of it all
It was him,
Not you
And I let him

You ruined me
Before you,
I handed out kisses like candy
I was detached
Distant
Dispassionate

But you rooted yourself so deep into my heart
That I can't dig you out
And I hear your voice taunting,
"Him? Seriously?"
I see the hair on your neck rise in jealousy
But you don't get to be jealous
Because you left me

But what does matter?
Because I'm still hopelessly in love with all that we were
So if I can't have you
Then I'd rather have nothing at all

That's the thing about poets
Where others see a storm
We are reminded that our hearts are not alone in their torment
Where others hear rain
We hear the whispers of a thousand forgotten dreams
Where others feel cold
We feel ice piercing into our souls making us bleed out all of our secrets

That's the thing about poets
Only the beautifully tragic can understand them

In all the pain that comes with missing you
I smile and breathe
Because you'll never be able to escape the story of you and me
I know your answer
To every question they could ever ask

*"Her name was Savannah."

Oh you imbecile
Were you so blind to the treasure you had
That you refused to see all the men lining up
Ready to take your spot?