Say you’ll never let me go

The healing process, the regeneration of fresh skin cells over a rusty wound,
Why do some things heal and others stay broken?
Shattered glass can never be put back together
Broken hearts beat separately in undead bodies
Shells of soulmates once connected, conjoined by fate and lust and even love
Though we never said it enough
There’s a lot of things you should have said
That you don’t remember until days have passed and your mouth’s filled with blood from biting your lips and kicking yourself for not saying it in time
Because you’ll never know
When you can’t say it again