We're all born without bones
But I believe you lacked more
Than a passerby on the street.

Maybe that was because "fragile"
was labeled on your wrist
And the one you called lover
Stole each and every one of your ribs
every time
you woke up
covered in lead.

But I don't miss hearing my name fall from your mouth,
I miss listening to your heart murmur it in my sheets.