you are every poem I have fallen in love to

i kept our love
in the pocket
of my favourite coat
where it would be safe.
it stayed there
for days
just getting cozier
and more pleasant.

I didn't notice the gaping hole,
which only seemed to get bigger
as our love
poked at it all the time.
slowly falling apart
at the seams.

one day,
our love dropped into
the lining.
And I never wore
my favourite coat
again.

There is a beauty
In saying things, simply.

forgetting him

means to force all of my happiness out of memory.

I don't think I'm capable of doing just that.