I remember sitting in the theater,
my leg pressed tightly to yours.
Hand in hand, palms sweating,
You said my touch was electric
and we became addicted to the feeling
like the nicotine on your lips.
“Dear One,” you called me,
as you kissed me in the midst of fall leaves,
and every day you wrapped more and more of
my incandescent heartstrings around you,
like decorating a Christmas tree.
We shared wordless conversations
across the room, shivers rolling down our spines.
You made my heart skip, trip, and sometimes just forget
what it’s supposed to do.
Suddenly there’s someone else you’re pulling closer
and I’m not the only one that makes you feel.
Maybe she became a shelter in a way that I wasn’t,
covering you in her four walls of safety.
Now, I don’t want to remember my heart
encompassed around your occupied one.
Nor the way you see through me
like every memory of me has been erased
I just want to forget the way my whole being aches
and this feeling of being completely alone.
You stupid, stupid boy, you’ll never learn,
you fell for the sun and you’ll only get burned.