You took me apart
Separated each fragment of my body and my soul
and laid me along the earth.
I thought you looked at me like I was one of Neptune’s moons
but I didn’t realize you were analyzing me the way a predator does prey.
You pushed aside my poetry
and reached for my passion
You left me with nothing but a bag of skin and bones.
I like to pretend I still have all of my pieces.
I like to imagine you don’t carry some around with you
tucked in your back pocket.
I like to tell myself that some of my pieces haven’t been left on the side of an old highway
only to be run over by a stranger driving home.
Maybe you think I’ll come back looking for my missing pieces.
I almost did.
I wanted to.
Hell, I still want to.
I so desperately need those parts of me you stole
but you won’t seem to return them.
I don’t think you even remember you have them.
I don’t think you even remember me.