I shouldn’t have brought you to all my favourite places.
Because now I can’t go anywhere without being reminded of you.
I shouldn’t have made that playlist of all the songs we’d sing aloud to in the car.
Because now I drive with the radio turned off, now that all the sad songs are about you.
I shouldn’t have introduced you to my family, showed you off to my friends.
Because now I am running out of reasons why I came back without you.
I shouldn’t have shown you how to move, where to go, draw you a map to my secret places.
Because no matter how many showers I take or how hard I rub my skin raw, I can’t seem to get rid of the traces of where you’ve been.
I shouldn’t have given so much of me to you.
Because now that you are gone, I do not know who I am anymore.
I suppose in hindsight, I shouldn’t have loved you at all.