you used to make fun of my inability to stay found in you. mirroring my lost gazes, biting your lower lip. at first it'd snap me back to the reality I had built in you, it'd remind me of those nights when you'd sucker me into bed,ย ย biting my lower lip until my eyes stung and rolled. those breathy nights when I swore Veritas sent the water from her well below and her lover sent the clouds from the heavens to cushion me as I fell clumsily into you. you used to compare me to her, not because of the truths I told you but because you said that you could easily tell just from looking at me that my demons and my angels wereย ย fighting. you said that you could tell that sometimes my demons changed my angels against me, you said you could see them handing over their halos for a crown of wooden insecurities. but when I asked what your demons were, you laughed and said, "you are." I started to notice how often I lost myself to the world that lingered over your right shoulder. I noticed how often you had to bring me back saying one day my mysterious mind would **** me. I suppose it did the day you left me cuddled in the corner between the sink and the toilet, tears mascara-ing my brown cheeks while shouting at the skies, "why did you break my heart and then send me to this world?"