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Supernatural Text Posts Part Six

you carved your love on my ribs, touched my freckles like you hung the stars eons ago, sewed my sinew and bone back together with curved, cracked lighting — i could feel the white-hot thrill of it in my veins for years until... until you told me you loved me. and then left me. after that, the remaining tepid spark was enough only to turn your name into ash in my throat; to accentuate the stark loss of you by casting the vague shape of your shadow inside my eyelids at night. i think i'm forgetting your face. you poured so much love into remaking me at the cost of breaking yourself. suddenly the memory of your hands — painfully tender on my ribs, elbow-deep in my soul — means nothing in the physical sense. not without you standing next to me. hell, it barely means anything in the metaphysical sense. symbolism can only stretch so far and you went somewhere i can't reach. maybe it doesn't matter anymore, but my body was always yours. all of me was always yours: of you, by you, for you. with you gone, all i can do is fall apart.