I've cut my lips on your name
until they were raw and bleeding.
I've carried you with me
until you burned a hole in my pocket.
I've watched you love
everyone else for much too long...

I'm finished with you.
I'm leaving you to gather dust
in some forgotten corner of my heart.

This is the poem I wish I could write.
This is what I've tried so hard to write.

This is my lie.