Mitosis and chum

Cleaved in half, in two, maybe four. Pieces of me and pieces of you, mixed up like chum and thrown out to sea. Floating, bobbing up and down on the salty water, poured onto wounds never truly healed. Once was my legacy, now it's your turn. You helped me fix myself, but I don't know if I'll get a chance to return the favor. You held me through the night, you told me I was beautiful, and I believed that you meant it. Later, much later, you said you trusted me, and I was never quite convinced that you did. Now I see that the trials that lie in the wake of so many have undone us. That's my shame. That's the scarlet letter I'll wear. That's the burden I'll gladly bear for you.