XX

439 36 3
                                    

XX

X was the symbol

of marked kisses

against written letters

you dedicated to me

quietly slipped into my palm

in the most discreet of ways

like golden treasures

signed with kisses

from you

to me.

XX

X is now the symbol

of your face

in the scratched up polaroids

crossed out 

over and over again

until your eyes are no longer seen

X

as i try to 

cross you out of my mind

like the moment you crossed me out

from yours.

so much for a kiss, my dear.

XX

tragedyWhere stories live. Discover now