I want
The
Part
Of
You
That you
Refuse
To
Give

My eyes are heavy from the things they have seen

Let me dream...

We can get

Tattoos

And trash

Hotel rooms

I began to realize that even though the violence was over,
I still carried it with me

I still woke up to claw marks outside my bedroom door

I still hold the anger in my stomach as I write letters to myself

begging me to
                         come
                            home

This ache is a constant reminder and the silence is louder than you think

I want the words you do not have

Much like the moon we go through phases of emptiness to feel full again

Let go of the
illusion that it could
have been any

different

I sat with my anger long enough until she told her real name,
Grief

You still live in
the silence between
my thoughts

It's as if you are on fire from
Within
Yet still the moon lives
In the
Lining of your skin

The inside of my head feels like TV static on full volume.

Loud and uneasy.

I can't be the love of your life
But I will be the loss of your life

Maybe you weren't
The one

For

Me

Deep down I wanted you
To
Be