I keep my house key in my back pocket

I don’t need it anymore

Mom and dad got a padlock a year ago

I keep my cuticles on my tongue

I worry them until they bleed

It’s become a pattern

I keep my memory on a thumb-drive

I don’t know it like I used to

I forget what you did to me

But I still don’t crawl back

The rumbling of my engine worries me

But I don’t call

I broke a promise I made to myself

And that’s something you will never encourage from me again