i ask myself how it can be so hard
to stop loving someone you never truly knew.
then i remember your eyes that glistened like a copper penny,
your voice pouring like
when you whispered lies as soft as the summer breeze.
nearly as though they were the truth.
but the word danced from your tongue
slicing the silence with a single syllable
almost as though you had practiced.
and the hurried apology that tumbled from your lips,
same as always.
we shared secrets like trading cards
tears mingling in the gutters.
wilted promises, dried up truths.
you left the door ajar:
an invitation of sorts
but never for me.
so every time you forget to look back
i’m letting go finger by finger.
as if this time you’ll catch me.
losing you leaves scars
but i’m not the one who’s breaking.