I am a part of your story
The story you will choose not to tell
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
To the one who started the fire.