I'm sorry, I was never able to move you with words. You deserved to feel like the only women in existence and the only one with my absolute love.  I've thought it out a thousand times the perfect poem to make you remember me.  I wasn't born with a spark in my fingertips or on my lips.  I know there's no debating that and if there was it wouldn't matter. I've filled notebooks and laptops with thousands of words but they will never do what you did; with a smile. I've spent months trying to forget everything about you but somehow I seem to just remember more. I've been embedding  you into the very seams of my skin, the last layer of protection for the faulty skeleton I've become.