12:34 AM  — *I scream “I love myself” over and over in my head, whisper “I don’t need you,” even as my eyes are drawn to my slim wrists and I think about how mirrors are glass, and, oh, what I could do with the shards.

I could tell you the exact day I became complacent
I can recall the way he parted his hair and the way he touched a steering wheel and the color of his eyes
And how he cared enough about me to make sure I didn't drink and drive
But not enough to stop mixing my drinks all night
And since I can't stand up for myself, he watched as I fell apart
I am a marionette with a broken string but ****, he's a master in the art
Constantly moving me; bending my frame and pulling my wires
And keeping me onstage whenever he desires
But it's hard for me to play my part and keep up with my lines
When I come home smelling like a different cologne each night
When I am just an empty canister they keep bringing to their lips
Begging and pleading me to offer them something with purpose

But it's always the same story:
They fabricate me
I break and I bleed under their idea of self discovery
And my selfish idea of recovery
Out of every sweet name or ***** word they've ever called me
I think I've found that "Lonely" is my favorite thing to be


I haven't lit a cigarette in weeks, but tonight I'll light three;
One for him, one for me, and one for the person I swore I would never be

Listen;
My biggest flaw is that when I settled for feeling comfortable,
When I settled for what he told me I was
I never even bothered learning self-love

There is an entire universe
inside her head. And I'll be
kidding myself if I say I am
beginning to understand her,
when all I've ever done is just
catch a glimpse of the galaxies
within, through her eyes.

Now, despite having nebular
thoughts, what I know is that
I will neither fully grasp what's
going on in there nor will I ever
fathom the simplicity and
complexity of her soul.

But that's okay.
I'll love her, anyway.

I can't seem to understand
These happenings
Scraped and leathered hands
Wipe away the stinging tears
Of this ardous transformation
Saying goodbye to everything
That no longer
Feeds me
Pulling from my old, tight skin
Growing into
The skin I was meant to be in.

Two lovers on opposite sides of the world.
Lover one sleeps while the other is awake,
Lover two dreams while the other works


Although they are different,
Although they are far far apart,
All they know is their love for each other.


Two lovers on opposite sides of the world.
Lover one has found out where lover two is,
Lover two has always known where the other is.


Although they have not met,
Although they have yet to talk,
All they know is their love is forever.

Two lovers on opposite sides of the world.
Lover one walks towards lover two,
Lover two follows his heart towards the other.

Although they are tired,
Although they seem to have walked forever,
All they know is their need to be together.


Two lovers on opposite sides of the world.
Lover one finds themselves alone where the other was,
Lover two is still missing a half where lover one once stood.


Although they walked towards each other,
Although they followed their hearts,
All they know is they walked different paths,
And never met along the way.


Two lovers, again on opposite sides of the world.
Lover one sobs silently into the shoulder of their invisible other,
Lover two cries silently at the absence of a lover.


Although they are missing a half,
Although they are hurting,
All they know is their love for each other.

For some
Love comes
for no reason
unconditional.

They may perish
never does their love.