Yes they too were inside you,
beneath your skin. .

The difference is, I still am.

you hear the crash
shattered glass
shards fall like tears
and scatter like ashes
sharp angles glitter
glitter and shine

don't touch
don't help
don't salvage
don't hold

do not touch the glass
you'll smudge the reflection
leave prints
don't leave prints
when you let go they'll be left behind
burning deep into the fibers
like hands holding embers
like scars of war
cuts will leave scars
so

don't touch
don't help
don't salvage
don't hold

the broken glass leaves stains on your hands
on your clothes
on your mind
on your heart
blood pumping
blood pouring out
blood run cold
more than a fracture
jagged edges that will never fit the same

so *don't touch me*.

Dragonflies only live for 12 hours. That made me really sad when I thought of one that spent the whole day trapped in my room. It just kept flying into the glass of the window, hopelessly trying to get to what it could see in front of it but never getting there and hitting the invisible wall each time. It kept at this its entire short life until it died.  Then I realised that we do that too.

I feel like a snail stripped of his shell

Be careful once your love you've found
That you keep yourself on solid ground
For those three words are easy to say
When you let yourself be swept away

But, as time goes on the test begins
To try forgive each others sins
Not let the thoughts conquer your mind
Leave the past and pain behind

And when it comes to give and take
To take would be a big mistake

You can taste the words that leave her lips
and feel her eyes as they light up your face.
She dances around the back of your mind for so long that her toes begin to bleed and like music, she takes you away.

I can hear your back crack,
in the dark.
Removing your underwear
with chewed fingernails:
You softly ask
if we can share scar tissue
and if I'll stay
despite every issue.

You try to kick the covers
off of our bed,
and ask if we can share the thoughts
buzzing inside of your head.

When insomnia erases your eyes
and disease steals your brain:
You inhale ways to die,
because you still dream
but it's not the same.

I can hear the static in your skull.
I know why you keep
the kitchen knives dull.
You pull on my fingers
so I don't forget you.
You cry on the pillows
and hope I like romance too.

I kiss your temple
during each thunderstorm.
I read you books in bed,
because your eyes are worn.
I put my ear to your chest
because I want you to see
that the air you breathe
means everything to me.