The way my name wraps around his mouth
is the same way I've wrapped my mouth
around him, 100 times, probably more, I stopped keeping track.

What do I have to change?
                             everything
          nothing

And we have been down this road, with its curves and twists, at least 100 times, maybe less, I stopped keeping track.

And I fail to squash it every ******* day, but I will never not miss him. Never not hear his laugh in my dreams.

What do I need to work on?
                             everything
            nothing

Happily ever after seems far away.

One shoelace

a few bolts

ticket stubs

a half of a picture

souvenir key chain from Florida

fragments

of him

tiny ghosts

tucked in the corners

so I always find him

never quite

let him go

always reappearing

clinging on to my skin

leaving the residue of his name

I remember naps with you
God, your arm
         my arm
         your leg
         my leg.
Can we go back there?
Even if just for one day?

You see
my heart was bursting then
and I can still feel it now,
in the same way that I can still smell the salt
on your skin.

She's probably feeling the way I felt before,
Sometimes I miss you, when I don't have the right anymore.

Don't forget the scratches that healed into nothing
He might not have scarred but he certainly clawed
Aimlessly and wild
At your heart
His intent set on never loving you right
That counts for something
So don't let him back in when he lies crying at your feet
Begging to be understood and pleading sorrow he doesn't feel
Bruises may lose color but never their ghost
So remember that because each hit after
Will hurt a tiny bit more than the one before

Please,
Dear God. Woman.
Just go away.

We're happy.
Sort of.

We love each other.
I promise.

We're struggling, I know.
But, not in the way you think.

Let me assure you,
You're his past.
There is no room for you.

We have suffered loss,
But we can heal each other,
Without you.

I'm sure you're hurting.
I've been there.
I know each touch burns,
And every kiss scars.

But, Please.

I beg you.
Just go the **** away.

All you're doing is hurting
Two broken people.
We could have been three.

Please. Please. Please.
Just leave us,
Just the two of us.
Leave us the **** alone.