raindrops pitter patter on the wall
all plastercine and paint
chipped and cracked;
the same as every other building
within a ten mile radius.

your eyes are tracing the little hearts
that long since stopped beating,
drawn along the corners of the rough patchwork
of bricks and stones.
(but words can't hurt you...
only the ones he never says)
p loves a, scrawled in purple sharpie,
i loves n with all their heart(lessness)

and as he comes up behind you,
the forgotten love (letters) are
once more forgotten;
except for the ones you just finished writing
before his hands snaked across your waist
and he began whispering those )poisonous(
sweet little nothings in your ear.
because baby, he was yours.
for the moment.