lost(found).

what is a best friend but a single soul dwelling in two bodies?

I've got all the right memories.

The
movie stubbs,
concert tickets,
borrowed clothes,
superfluously decorated notes,
"bitch" stories,
adopted habits,
and unforgettable wounds.

So why
can't I
ever
get
attached?

I want to care so much that separation is reckoning.
That silence is deafening.
That a cold disposition could drive me mad.

It's so hard
because I've always been the one with the heart
two sizes too small.
Too many years too scared;
long ago tucked away.

And lately I find my heart is
coming out again. and
I have to admit:
it kind of seems familiar
here on my sleeve.

Like an old friend you find
you never really knew.