Your memories are like an injury, deep in my muscles. They cause a pain which lingers throughout the day. But only at night when I try to forget you, it hurts the most.
And every time it does, the muscle is a little relieved. It’s still a pain, but it’s something I need to feel now, so that someday I won’t feel it at all.
And so I wrote your memory, to forget all the hurt. Now you’re the poetry, thousands of lips love.