No
No, no
I keep your letters in my memory box
Buried in a plastic crack behind a chest
Of drawers
Every promise has a little note.
Weighs
More than the hands that gave it to me
I learned to smile when the room got quiet
Learned to leave before the door could close
Now every promise starts to arrive
And the part of me nobody knows but
I am not the girl you broke.
No.
I
Keep my ghost outside the edge of light
These emotional scars still call my name