My love, what do I do now, with everything you left me with
the memories, the scars, the promises you’ll never keep?
What do I do with the teddy you gave me, which once I couldn’t sleep without
but now I can’t sleep if I see it lying around?
What do I do with a box full of chocolate wrappers
that I have stored for ages and valued?
What do I do with the butterflies you gave me
now that I know someone else gets it too?
What do I do with my sketches after knowing
you drew the other girl better.
What do I do now when I know it was never about me
it was always about her.
Tell me, what do I do with the dried rose
that I have treasured for years?
What do I do with the love letters
I’ve kept more safely than other important papers?
What do I do now knowing that
your “I love you” is cheaper than Hellos?
What do I do now when every time
I try to think or not think of you I think of you two?
What do I do now with the ring you’d once put on my fingers
keep it or throw it away?
How can you tell me not to leave
when you haven’t given me a single reason to stay.