your words are in my mouth, but
i do not think of you anymore.
i do not think of the shape of your
skeleton, that have once haunted
my mornings, when the blood was
still fresh.
my mind is full of the history of you,
but i do not wonder if you think of
me every day. i do not think of you
anymore, & i remember what it was
like to put you on & be you and
now it is mine.
once upon a time we could have
been great together; now you do
not have me to shine for you. i do
not think of you anymore. so write
your sins & tragedies & find your
way back home.