my bed is half empty now,

and my heart is half full.

i'm half my height, half my weight, half of the person i was before you.

you took half of me with you and i'm starting to miss it.

it belongs to you now. that's yours, this is mine but is it really? was it ever mine to begin with? was i not just placed on this earth to nurture and fulfil? i'm a woman aren't i?

a provider?

i'll provide my whole heart for you. i'll start picking at my liver next. my lungs, my stomach, my skin, all is yours my love.