to say that
i miss you
might be the
most
contrived
thing to leave
my lips yet.

you lived
under
my skin,
our insides
intertwined.
we had torn
ourselves
into bits and pieces
and rebuilt
the two of us
as one.

i still find
myself
unsure
about what
belongs to me
and what
belongs to you.

now we've
sewn
each other's
lips shut
and i keep
trying to pull
mine apart,
but you used
wires
made from steel,
and my fingers
are starting
to bleed.