Museum Boy

His mind was a museum which she wanted to inhabit to rest for a while.

His hands were like a full locket hanging from her chest through the night.

His touch created symphonies which still sneak through her mind.

The time they spent together was sweet,

Accompanied by the summer heat.

Her life was a mess which he wanted to aid,

Her body held on to pain like a backpack through a long hike,

Her intentions were true,

But she couldn’t stand a fight.

It was time to be alone.

She always thought the quote, “You have to love yourself before you can

love another”

Was cheesy and untrue,

If only she knew.

Here I sit, and thank you.