you're probably over me. maybe you forgot my name. maybe you forgot i even existed.
all the things we said. all the things we did. all the lies we told. all the other hands you wanted to hold. just never mine. at least not actually. you could touch me all day and it still wouldn't be significant. nor was it sufficient. and i wanted to be. i wanted you to come hungry and leave satisfied. and yet it was me who longed for a heart to share so mine could continue to beat. i came hungry. left full of aches and pains. pulls on my heart. stabs in my back. thorns in my mind. clusters and clusters of thorns. and yet it was me who still longed for you. after you were long gone. with the stains of my secrets still painted on your fingers.
