About My X

You were never my boyfriend

But I still call you my ex

I watched you cross me out 

On a page of your story

Edit me like a misspelling

Extract my presence like a typo

I stood in shock as you made a mess of us

You had no white out

And I had penned myself in with ink 

Too thick for you to erase

So I saw you scribble the two jagged lines in a reckless crimson 

Bury the memories in your tangled hand

Instead of creating a new Eve

You grew a few more ribs to cage your heart

I wonder though if you ever turn back

Peer through the scarlet scratchings

And try to read between the lines

You've ripped your hands trying vaporize me

Layer the affection in destructive decisions

Rather than simply rip me out altogether

Means I'm the most interesting page in your book.