I broke too much
could fix me.
I should have not
in the first place.
Because no one
would ever keep
a broken mirror
in their pockets.
Put on a suit and a pair of heels,
Maybe they won't see the imposter hiding underneath.
You need one more day to get yourself together,
But one day turned into three
And three days turned into weeks.
And then you look back and you realize that you are further away than when you started.
You are scared that it will hurt so bad you won't be able to breathe,
And you are scared of turning out like your mother or your father,
So you can't stop the drinking, because for once it takes the guilt out of your mouth.
And you become so numb, that you can't feel anymore the way his wounds were absorbed by your skin until it suffocated you.
So numb that you can't say your name.
But the truth is that you don't remember the last time you took a breath.
And you already have turned out exactly like your mother and father,
And you don't know who you are anymore, because your name was one of those things that didnt matter.
So you don't really want stop the drinking, because for once it's 3am and you are not thinking, your eyes become so swollen from crying that they shut down and you finally can sleep.
But you say you need one more day to get yourself together,
And you promise yourself, again, that tomorrow will be better.
We have sank on the seesaw of the crossed wind
Words that flew omnipresently
With as much pain as damage
Each in their trench, huddled and clenching their fists waiting for the wind to cease.
His tears, notorious by their turquoise hue of the Mediterranean coast.
His beauty was such, all the rainbows celebrated his existence.
Every morning in his company was a sip of the freshest Elixir.
The sun touches the corners of your small balcony window.
Only a few minutes of the day you feel the rays touching your skin.
The few other hours you skip between screens. Alternating between lives you haven't lived.
Hurt people hurt people,
And I've been hurting for way too long