She
Was the focal point
Of every photo
I tried to take
With that piece of shit camera
That she got me for Christmas
She
Was the one who hung the moon
That way the sun wouldn't be lonely
While he does his cosmic dance
She
Was the jumper cables
That sent shockwaves
Straight to my heart
At just the slightest touch
She
Was the one who has her name
Carved on the knife
That she left in my back
The one I still have
As a keepsake
Telling me to trust no one
Even staring at the dried blood
On the knife
That I hold so dearly
As her last gift to me
I still say
She… is the one that got away
-mg
©therealmg
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