i have worn holes in my skin
trying to fill myself up with
you in places that you never
belonged,
i forgot how to breathe, write,
dream anything else besides
the ways you took what was
not meant as yours,
but i still let you have them,
have me,
and although they say history
cannot be rewritten,
i proved that theory wrong
each and every time i
let you back into my
life, into my heart-
only to break me
back apart