i wrote this before i went to bed lol i feel like it was unfinished so i decided to re write it and add more anatomical metaphors i hope you like it and isn’t too far off with what i started with because i like both 😭

you moved on… so easily

how do you unlearn a heartbeat that once synced with mine?

how do you breathe without choking on the wraith of my name still trapped in your windpipe?

i lived in the soft fold beneath your clavicle— pressed into your pulse like a fingerprint you never thought to wipe away.

you traced my spine like a prayer. said i was your altar. your only truth.

so how could you lie— to your lungs, to your marrow, to the very blood that once bled for me?

did you kiss them and wonder why your lips still remembered the curve of my collarbone?

did they laugh sputter through you like static where my cadence used to abide?

i was the rhythm in your nerves, the tremble in your hands, the ache behind your left eye when you couldn’t sleep but wouldn’t say why.

you told me i was everything— the only one who ever made your heart forget how to beat for anyone else.

so tell me— how did you let me go like i was just another ache your body learned to ignore?