fragments

you

narcissistic bastard, 

faceless face, 

eyes painted on, 

emotion etched across your features so expertly. 

everything about you was fabricated, 

built in some basement,

like frankenstein,

the maniacal scientist laughing over your putrid body,

murmuring, 

"ah yes, you shall be the one to break all womankind." 

you. 

soft and kind,

your lips sealed to my forehead,

fingers tracing the hallows between my hips, 

promising me that we'd fit together 

like missing puzzle pieces,

just as soon as you figured out what to do with that space between me,

filled it somehow,

hands shaking as they trailed further downward. 

you. 

dark and maniacal, 

your lips red with my blood, 

promising 

"baby, i'll stay." 

then figuring out your hollowed pieces fit much better with someone else's, 

grinning to yourself when you saw me crying in that dark room.

you. 

making me love you 

more and more every day. 

i guess i'm just stuck with the ghost of 

you.