This is a letter I started and   I’ll ever get the chance to finish it.   I left the spaces here for you to fill in.   Cross them out, cross me out of the picture.   We’ve been living a weeks worth of truth in a years worth of lies.   Now I feel so damaged.   so broken   so hollow   now Reach out for me,   Touch these cracking ribs.         Sometimes I think you forgot my name   Sometimes I feel you forget my face         The way you lick your lips   your body temperature climbs   You look at me   Like you were looking at   last night   the way you lick your lips   your body temperature climbs         Sometimes I think you forgot my name   Sometimes I feel you forget my face