i forgot to place a return address on all of the love that i gave you
could you send it back to me please?
sealed with your saliva in a heart shaped envelope
i need to inject it back into my skin

because i dont remember the girl who fell in love with you
i know only of the one who begged on her hands and knees,
pleading with god
to learn how to hate you

and now she is a bag of rotten bones pushed into the back corner of your closet
collecting dust and dripping out remnants of infatuation;
infatuation that you scoop into a jar and leak out into any open ear that will listen

could you please send me my love back?
seal it in a knapsack and tie it with a bow,
scribble  your apologies on the outside with deep black ink
i need to inject them into my mind.

i cannot swing by to pick it back up
for there will be beautiful girls lingering outside of your door
with smiles that scream much louder than mine
and hearts without bridges built around the rim

and i am jealous of them because you were able to touch their skin
without having to slice it open first
and they got to walk away unscathed and unharmed
and if your palms ever tried to touch me with that same delicacy,
i would still feel the pin pricked knives of your fingertips  

yet i would still bathe in that blood once more if given the chance
because you can’t reopen old wounds if they never healed in the first place

could i please have my love back?
before you give it all away
throw it at my doorstep and watch it trickle all over the sidewalk
shout sweet nothings at me as you finally waltz away
i need to inject it into my skin

you are hallowing me out and turning me into your ghost
i can’t walk away if you don’t return all of the parts of me
that you so graciously stole
i gave you all my flesh and bones without ever knowing
that you were a crematorium
and now what is my body if not yours to hold



could you please send me your love back
could you spare a drop or two?
drain it into a medicine bottle
and feed it to me on a silver spoon
i need to remember what its like

i’ll wrap it in a box and tuck it away in a cabinet
use it for misconstrued comparisons
for the next false sense of security that walks in the room
because what could be great now has once always been better
so now nothing can ever be great again

could you forget to place a return address on all of the love
that you send me
because when it becomes mine once more
i dont think i can send it back again