I
never laughed with you. You didn't have the ability to create
mirth within me. You were a bandage to my wounds and you were the
blade that carved me open. You were not neat. You were not clean.
You were not easy. You are a jagged line at my chest, bruised
memories and forgotten whispers of drunken nights. You are all
the kisses that never lived and all the lies I have ever
believed, the chameleon who I changed my skin
for.
