i had to constantly remind myself of the way we all lived our own lives, and we each had our own veins and arteries, and we couldn't share everything like him and i did.
there were things that we all shared, like the same stars and the same sun, which we could admire when we were apart from each other,
but we couldn't give into sharing blood and heartstrings, sharing the power to control each others emotions, sharing seconds that turned to hours that continued onto months.
we had created an unhealthy system of burning each other out, we claimed each other as I'm yours, and you're mine, to the point that we looked back and were raveled into knots.  
i had to recall what i was before the entanglement, and scurry back to pick up pieces of myself i had left behind to be with you,
and now i rebuild myself everyday, telling myself no one completes me, we never needed each other, and i myself am whole, with no missing pieces.