We were braided in the smoke of a blown out candle. I'm missing half a soul. Sometimes I forget what it means to be human when the flavor on my mouth is unfamiliar. We tried to eat the stars, and you squeezed me so tight, it was like you were trying to wedge me into your diaphragm. You gestured at the iffy assumptions between us, and I it wasn't fair, but I think I might have shrugged. I poured myself on your scabs.