we say things

we say things

we really don't mean.

we say i'll never go back there again.

i'm done with that,

with them,

with her,

with him.

i learned

my lesson, there's

no good

in that town.

i grew up in,

but we don't leave,

we look

back, we look over our

shoulders

with each

breath we take.

it sticks in us.

nothing is left behind,

not really.

we carry it all to our grave.