Here I am ready for pick up

Thinking on my exes, then on the why's
create a few (para)graphs un-poetic
tonight I'm just giving up on the past
Wounds purposely with it's cold rhetoric

The last memory, the last look, the last
photograph you took, lives silently on
a background noise, to the hum of the earth
escape into the brain fog and are gone

For you promise world's, yet a straight answer
tripped up on semantics, never concede
That even though, it's been broken by time
It's always been exactly what you need

Something so damn humbling, about trusting
other human's with our untold feelings