To my ex love(r).

You once occupied the spaces between my fingers

and the space between my thighs,

now your fingerprints still linger

and so do all your lies.

I wonder if she felt

The indent on your shoulders

From where my nails gripped and dug,

I wonder if you told her.

I’m so sorry for leaving

those scratches on your skin

it was my way of grieving

the loss of giving in,

Soon enough your mattress

will expel me from its folds

and become a blank canvas,

free of stories that we told.

The light has dimmed: I’ve failed,

and of me, you’ll forget,

still: I’ll be the star of tales

of the girls that you regret