I see parts of you in every bit of me;
I want to rip every ounce of you into pieces
but I can’t seem to cut you out without hurting myself.
You are in my bones, my skin, my thoughts and
the way I feel about you hasn’t changed but
I think I have.
I miss the part of me that you took with you.
I am tired of looking at my own reflection and only seeing the bits of me I once wanted so earnestly to call yours.