My teeth have shifted, my hair has dried, and my lips even plumped.
You’re absence has had such an impact on my brain that my body’s adjusted to mimic yours.
When I look into the mirror and I see my pale thighs squish together like marshmallow ropes I see yours the same.
Singing a song as my bottom lip folds down and out peek my crooked bottom teeth,there you are
Pulling out some strands of fried split hair like the ones we used to trade when we were small when I loved you.
Everything’s different we’re different we’re different people but the plump in my lips,the curve in my teeth,the scars and shadows on and from my breasts the playlists I’ll never tire of,
They’re yours they’re mine they’re us