Sakura

If I’m honest
(and this you know is a
rarity),
I knew the moment
you stepped off the bus we’d
finally
ruined a good thing.

If I’m honest
(and this I’ve never told
you)
it took years to remove you from my heart
like a splinter burrowed deep into my
sole
from a patio that should’ve been fixed
a decade ago.

If I’m honest
(and this I will wholeheartedly
deny)
one fragment of you is still in here
like a damaged cell somehow
surviving
despite weeks of radiotherapy.

If I’m honest
(and I forget what the truth
is)
I’d let you break me again
I’d break you again
if it meant remembering the happiness before more
than the sorrows

since.