He looked like a cinematic view
Altering my perception of peace
As I could feel his love immerse hugs I never knew my soul needed

Is it still fair
When my personality traits are a compilation of her memories
When I found out colours discriminate
Because why does red look so much better on her
When my heart willingly chose you
But somehow you look so much better beside her

Your presence feels like slow poison
I'm dying  
As I consume a dose of you daily

Her tears were seen as aesthetic
They were picture deserving
But never hug worthy

And the thought of us
Feels like reliving yesterday
Agonizingly impossible
Because today exists.

In my world
Your absence is an offensive crime
As my heart is under arrest
And only your presence can bail me out

Pieces placed on my palms
As I try to rebuild what I've broken
With glue as my conscience
Of never keeping anything altogether
My TOUCH
Being the wrong ingredient in a well constructed recipe
I never had to take accountability
Was deemed as the suspect already
Gave birth to my fear of touching anything
As my guilt surrenders to each piece of broken glass
And sometimes I wonder if I really love him
Or I found some sense of belonging within him
An expirement of my capability to hold something safe
To find closure in knowing that for once I'm not the danger
No sight of warnings signs
Upon the close proximity of my presence