there is no poetry left in my hands i've washed them so many times the heart-shaped birthmark between my fingers is starting to disappear
my knuckles forever white and deep pressed sharp nail scars in my right hand screaming "we've missed you for too long"
iridescence cannot repeat itself in two different beings we became so inextricable you took some parts off of me when you ripped yourself away
i've merged too much in you i still haunt myself singing the chorus of your favorite song at 4am and trying to imagine the way you breathe so i can sync with them
i've imagined you so many times i can no longer recall your real face i've picture us together so many times
i'm starting to think the new girl you are in love with sometimes look a little bit like me