we were toxic

clinging to each other

leeches who believed they were in love

our virgin flesh bloodied

our minds spoiled

milk

spilled on the kitchen floor

the one we used to dance upon

where you’d stumble over my toes

and make me want to stay

it wasn’t always bad

and these are the moments when i think i miss you

when i reach for the phone almost out of habit

but don’t

and i don’t miss the way you tried to love me

screams

tears

and apologies

but i miss being someone’s something

and sometimes i wish i could still be yours