When I was thirteen,
I found two names carved into a tree in the park near my house.
Etched into the bark and surrounded by a heart,
two lovers left a secret
for all the world to see.
I thought to myself,
“I want a love like that.”
When I found you,
I splattered our names everywhere I could.
I left behind the marks of us like a treasure hunt,
like if I scratched it into enough public benches that you’d never forget me.
All things must return to dust someday,
and when the last semblance of us blew away on the wind,
I regretted all those hearts,
all those scars.
someone is looking at our names thinking “I want a love like that”.
They don’t realize they’re wishing for a story that’s already faded to black.