I can’t stand to hear your name

It’s sound, those letters

On my tongue

They torture me

They put memories in my head

Thoughts of moments long past

Things I could never forget if I tried

And oh have I tried…

I am reminded when I look at my drawings

For so many times I sketched out your beauty

I am reminded when I happen across my poetry

Those words of love and pain portraying my confusion at the time.

I am reminded when I look at my wrists

Evidence that I would’ve done anything to right my wrong…

Two years later

I learned second chances don’t exist with relationships.

I let you go

Which turned out great

You met a good guy

I turned to grow accustomed to being alone

Over and over again

Until I met a good girl

But sometimes I wonder

What if….