I hate writing poems about you
Hate - I could say it a million times over and still it would not be true
How I do hate that
I have been renovating my life
Clearing you out
Cleaning one cut at a time (They never heal)
I do not need pictures, and how glad I am to be without them
Though it feels dreamlike this is real
Others have seen
Do so remember
Why can I not erase you?
Why won't you leave?
Perhaps it is because I am keeping bits of you with me
Holding onto tokens of sadness
Thumbing memories like an old charm between two fingers
Unable to let go
Perhaps it is because I fear there will never be anyone to replace you
There will never be another you
To love and hold
For hurt
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