But do you..!

But do you really know that I speak the truth.
That my blood rusher is in a million pieces
and I can’t tell if a thousand pieces of it hurt less
or felt more.
But do you really know that I drink in your memory.
That actually everything I write is about you
but the stars might be a lie for me and you.
Because god is too good at mercy and just as good
at being ruthless, letting our palm lines cross
and then suddenly you never put your hands
in mine again
That something did change with a new time.
That a single digit
And you might have dug in my chest
But you never struggled
And the quicksand swallowed you whole.