the truth is that sometimes, when someone close hurts you, you don't want any mending.

you stole me and he stole you       and we're all walking around in skin that isn't ours      with voices that don't match and                      saying words we don't even mean with smiles that are
too tight
         but never too broad,                      these bodies are empty shells that weren't made for us.

   even though everything is "fine"...

                      ... i am not.

i feel so out of place.