what part of me misses you?

let’s be children.

as you once made me feel

and play a game of Operation.

if we were to rip me open, where could we find these emotions i bear?

head, heart, soul all drained dry. 

let’s try somewhere else, maybe we will have more luck!
the collarbone, the kidney, and the gut all come back negative. 

ah! 

how’s the ring finger that is left cold and bare?

i sense we’re getting warmer,

let’s move one inch left-

over to the smallest finger.

that-

there-

is where i allow myself to feel the most. 

hurting from the broken promise.

i can’t allow you to flood my body in any greater capacity than the smallest appendage. 

my body belongs to me, no longer you.

please sew me back up now.