Your next love is going to be in love with me.
I formed the best parts of you.
I gave the best of me to you,
and you kept them;
my signature is carved on your heart.
You function fine without recalling it's there.
I allow you to be put in display at a museum;
It wouldn't be fair to keep all this love from the world.
I was sure no one else would hold you-
you said you were separated by glass
and in introductions you always mentioned my name.
My fingerprints are permanently cemented in your soul.
But now someone else's finger painted over my art.
She has written her name over my signature and tries to pretend I was never the beginning.
She loves you.
And I made you in the image of my soul.
She loves me.