I am cut open for you.

I am empty.

Pulled apart.

You are everything that hurts.

And to write a long sentence for you makes me gasp for air.

Only fragments until I can understand where your love went.

I'll let you come back if you don't take too long.

We can pretend I am all better.

We can stuff me with cantaloupes and mangoes.
We can fill me with discarded National Geographic magazines.
We can animate me with strong coffee and discarded teabag strings.

Move me anyway you'd like.

My smile sewn with good intentions and promises that you won't ever leave me.

And I'll cut my eyelids away, so I will never blink. And this dream will never end.