I am covered in scars,
from your lips,
from your words,
from your hands.
I am stitched together
with your
insecurities,
I have always been
too impressionable.

I have your language,
in scripted onto my tongue.
my taste-buds
are formed as the braille
of your promises,
I have alway been
too attached

I am learning,
how to put dye over memories,
to make them
not as evil,
because I cannot learn
to forget.
I have always been
too sensitive.

I am many things,
and you are many more
and we were so many shapes together,
as we sifted through each other
trying to make something beautiful.
*I have always been,
too sentimental