I replaced her
by putting bruises on your skin

& let me rewrite your memories
in my voice
let me retrace your

fights with my fingernails
& make them ours.

Your wet eyes look like my gemstones
or my gemstones look like
your eyes
I am not sure which.

To those who say
will this matter in a year:
yes

I have heard of scars & I have
had them

& I want to make more
than she
did on you, in the name of love.