You are engraved in me 

like a tattoo, always there,

the Polaroid picture in the back of my phone,

everytime I turn it over, your presence is made known.

My phone can’t even forget you,

but I’m getting you removed.

Although the clouds may cry for you,

I mustn't listen.

I tune out the screams of my soul, 

while the chaos in my mind makes me forget the times you promised you would never leave.  

Now it’s my turn to break the vow.

I’m running away as fast as I can.

These memories hold me back like quicksand.

I’m starting to drown and I don’t want to fight it.  

I’m praying to the gods they make my mind go quiet.

It's hard to ignore the crater in my heart.

You were a meteor and I the moon,

I was an easy target, popped as quick as a balloon. 

But nonetheless,

each step I take, 

throwing away your clothes, 

burning the drawings you made for me, 

removing the memories of you -  

soon it will be like you never existed.

Eventually you’ll just be another scar on my body

that tells a story of past me.