to unearth a grave of memories

is it safe to assume

you and i are through?

i don’t remember much of the time we shared together

i don’t want to

im getting good at this

ignorance really is bliss

i only have myself to blame for taking so many risks

condemning me to guess

what it was that helped you decide it’s time for our last kiss

so im wiping the slate clean

to visit this grave

if only to tell myself i’m okay because

“it’s a strength to be brave,

you did what you could”

carved initials in tree trunk wood

but i can’t grieve again

lay this to rest where it should

the process wears me so thin

and i know you’ll keep doing what you did

if i fall for your tricks

to unearth the grave

of everything we gave

wouldnt do me any favors

who am i kidding anyways

you did always say “learn how to savor...”

“...not everything unproductive is a waste”

-g.m.t.