Sometimes I think I can feel pieces of my heart disappearing one by one,
starting from the center and working outward,
like dropping a match in the middle of an old piece of paper
It hurts
and I try to check the expiration date on my label,
but nature isn’t that kind
I think I get this feeling because of you
or, to be more accurate, because of the lack of you
The first time I felt my heart disappearing,
I found the expiration date on your label
on the top shelf of my mothers closet
it was all she had left of you
and it was all I had of you
there is no truth
when it comes to things that didn’t happen,
but of course I’ll always believe
that I took your spot like musical chairs,
there was never any room for the both of us