I’ve been a bad girl

And I’ve kept pieces of you

Parts that I’ve taken

And bits that you’ve given

I hide under my pillow your eyes, well, what’s left

The strings of your coarse hairs in a weft

Your palms are at the bottom of my shower drain

The teeth in a box I can barely contain

There are flecks of your heart still stuck in my hair

And no matter how I much I brush they stay there

I keep your initials

At the back of my mind

And your chest leaves a permanent pressure against mine

Your words made of gold I can hardly define

These are the pieces I hope you don’t mind

You haven’t noticed them yet,

you haven’t bothered the find

The chunks of your soul

that I kept for the hole

You made when you

Left me behind

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