my fingers ran through his hair like lace
as if they were always supposed to be there
but the only thing meant to be there was him
I was merely a flicker in his timeline of events
timeline of lovers who's names we can't recall
you see, I am not special, nor are you
or the next who falls into his trap
we are puzzle pieces
silhouettes put into action with strings to our limbs
and gaps in our history
then as the next one comes along
another heart is fractured, another name lost to an infinite list
because he broke me
and he'll break you too
