too much

sometimes i can still hear someone tell me
that my heart is too big for my body

i'm a ghost to those i used to know
no one else's skin fits
the same way that it used to
i feel stretched out
much too far much of the time

i'm a ghost to those i used to know
i've left too many romantic dents
in chests i meant to keep platonic
you've formed a new opinion and i'm sure
that there are no good things about me

so i'll move mountains to try to hide
all of the holes i've dug
and write out apologies
that will never even see the sun

no one is as similar anymore