all you gave me were
chapped lips,
bruised hips,
and a broken heart.

[it's in plain letters,
written on a skating
admission bracelet.]

revisiting the forgotten,
affection-filled memories
and all the passionate,
longing words brings
back the same old
question marks and
b/r/o/k/e/n hearts.

(is it crazy that i still
feel like i could be
so happy with you?)

- - - the most damaging
of injuries are the ones
you cannot see.


why can't i let you go?