You are the scars
on my arms
Now you have gone away
you have left me here
to fend for myself and
my body is
broken, bloody, and battered
You make wishes and maybe
a thought of me crosses
your mind
Only half of my cigarette lights
and I know it’s you,
thinking of me
I find a penny on the ground
tails up
and I wonder if you left it there
for me to find
Penny for your thoughts
A Vanilla candle smolders and
my passion burns out
a black lighter sits in my left pocket
with raspberry crème chapstick and a dollar
I bite my tongue on purpose
holding back the things
I will never say