We were never exes
as such.

All the ink in the world must fill
only a puddle.
I wade in and ruin
what was left of my feet.
I dip my fingers and find
nothing to describe you.

Our skins have worn through.
We are plucked bones
ringing in hallways
5 buildings apart.

Sunless
in your eyes.
I should've never let you in.

You gave me ink.
Keep your
strings.