Moonlight ( A collection of poems)

Genre

I still don't know what genre our story is

The altar of fuck you's you've built for me

Is the only think I remember

The only thing I know
 
Broken glass streaked with blood

Broken promises streaked with disappointment
 
I forgot you were soft once

I forgot how I loved you

Forgot the way an open mouth smile looked like on your face

I remember the way your eyes crinkled though

The way your hands still looked heavy

Even when you stopped holding me
 
If we forgot the bad

Made a game out of selective memory

Played hide n seek with our egos

Would we have the closest thing to a happy ending?