memory.

i remember being loved.
exchanging butterflies in our stomachs
through open lips.
i swallowed his butterflies
and he swallowed mine.
i knew it was love
when with each exchange,
the butterflies doubled in size
until my stomach couldn't hold them
anymore.
i remember being wanted.
his hips never left my hips,
lips never left my lips.
clothes never stayed on
for longer than five minutes.
i knew it was lust
when he could call my name
from a million miles away,
and i'd be there in a
heartbeat.
i remember being broken.
screaming at the moon,
down on my kness.
why did you leave me?
are you ever coming back?
i knew it was over
when she came along
with her needle and thread.
mended the seams of his heart,
the heart i ripped
to shreds.