Etched On My Heart


When he left,
I was looking for a place
to hang my heart;
luckily you were there.


I kissed you without feeling
because you were convenient,
and you held me as
I cried over him.


I saw jealousy in your eyes,
but your lust was greater.


You thought you could
erase him from my memory
with your lips.


But I screamed his name
into your mouth.


His face replayed
in my mind,
no matter how hard
you dug into my skin.


You couldn't replace me
because he was etched
on my heart.


It would take a lot more
than your touch
to carve him out.

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