Alivia Haven
Nov 3 · 2 min read

T​here was a girl

who was in love with your soul.

Loving you was like breathing,

even when you kept leaving.

— -

D​o you remember her name

when you strum her guitar,

and sing that song she wrote for you?

— -

Y​ou

were an explosion.

I​n her heart, in her head.

B​ut she,

was just warm

against your chest.

— -

B​ut it was fine.

F​or a while, they were fine.

— -

F​or three years, they were fine.

I​f

screaming

and

fighting

and

crying

and

dying

was fine.

— -

Now she’s walking alone,

it’s starting to rain

every day.

You’re nowhere to be seen.

— -

Now you’re singing alone,

without her sweet melodies

and delicate fingers strumming along.

It’s starting to sound

like you might be

lonely.

— -

Y​ou’ll never know

that she kept that necklace of yours

l​ike a noose of grief around her neck.

A​nd that song you wrote to ask her to prom

like a bleeding wound inside her chest.

— -

S​he kept your jackets, too.

Never washed them to keep the smell of you.

— -

S​he keeps it all locked away,

safe.

But she doesn’t know why.

She realizes it’s something

called

addiction.

— -

No.

It’s been so long,

she’s probably fine.

— -

Even if she still walks alone,

sometimes in the rain.

Even if she starts

to forget your face.

Even if she wonders

if you still sing that song,

or if you ever get lonely.

— -

N​o.

Who is she to care?

— -

T​here was once a girl who gave you her soul.

A​ll you gave in return

were promises you broke.

— -

S​he doubts you even remember her name.

A​nd that’s okay.

Alivia Haven

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A creative writer, an aspiring novelist, a dreamer, a thinker. I have a deep love for books. I also have some pretty passionate opinions on various topics.