My heart is held together with dark green glue
For every bit that dried up and broke off
You were there to pick it up for me
If I were
Say
To one day
Slit a wrist
I’d bleed hunter green
If I am made of strands
I am made of strands from you
You are a sneakily central part of my identity
And not one I’d ever dream of evicting
It hurts to keep pumping this blood through this heart
But I don’t want to pull the knife out of my chest
Because if it came from you it belongs there
You are me
I like that
It doesn’t hurt bad enough to even consider changing that
I am you
I am here because of you
In the realest sense I owe my life to you
So I spend every day mourning you
They’ve hollowed out the home I carry in my chest and it kills
But no one can make me get over you
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