He Grabs My Wrists As My Fingers Turn Into Angry Fists

Thinking this would be only temporary,
we stuck our memories together with tape,
clouded and flimsy,
I tried to do the same to you.

The glue poisoned us like I
predicted,
but it held our tongues in place,
kept our fragile
feelings intact.

Simple words:
“Just say you’ll miss me.”
If only I could return the favor.
Distracted by the flashing neon colors,
missing you never crosses my mind.

I wish the tape I use to hold myself together
didn’t make me so transparent.