I am a part of your story 

The story you will choose not to tell 

your children. 

The one you lie to her about 

Painting me in dark colors 

like the monster I am not. 

A few chapters 

that resonated too much for you 

So you ripped them from the spine 

Writing over paragraphs 

Crossing out all proof 

of my existence 

By putting another tale in its place. 

I am the story 

You will do your best to forget 

But will go on remembering 

The embers of a love lost 

still burning red 


but noticeable 

To the one who started the fire. 


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