You decided once again that I don’t love you
And nobody ever prepared me for the moment when someone insists they know your heart better than you know it yourself
Because my heart exists in fragments, taped together pieces
And each piece of tape has a name
And yours had been there for quite some time
Now it feels like a bandage being ripped off before the wound has fully healed
You scrape and peel at the adhesive until it breaks free
Sometimes your name comes off cleanly in one piece
Sometimes you leave behind tattered strips
I think those hurt more
You had been a fixture for so long that this feels like an excavation
Is it archeology or grave robbing?
I always thought our stories would run parallel to each other
But I guess you came in and tore out all the pages that mentioned us together
Time means nothing when the record is erased
~And all my word is true
I even tore out all the pages about you~
It hurt the first time
It hurts less this time
Not because there was nothing left to lose
But because you had already taken so much back
I’m being robbed of my own history so that you can rewrite it
Every story needs a villain, eh?
If you don’t have one, create one
Bend back my arms and break them into claws if that’s what it takes to prove to yourself that my hands have always had talons
You decided once again that I don’t love you
And you need this to be true
Because if it isn’t it seems that your world may fall apart
All those pages that you tore out and rearranged like a fucking ransom note
Are weaker now than when they were originally printed
Don’t scrutinize them too closely or you will see where the text doesn’t match up
You will see the cracks between words where the light strains to shine through
It is crucial that you do not look into the light
You decided once again that I don’t love you
And it surely must be true because you decided it
I was not consulted in the matter