Their eyes, they follow

like faithful dogs

all starry and moonstruck

for the love of their master.

But there is no love

and even less faith

mirrored back

my way

when our eyes meet.

Their judgment runs deep

inside my veins

and I could honestly forgive their vanity

had they not wounded mine.

It’s winter, I know

but still I wonder

why does ice need to be broken

with old friends?

Is it me?

Or my choices?

I have a hundred voices

pulling me to my

breaking point

skin ripping

bones breaking

how long until I

snap?

The point is

I’m sorry

for whatever I have done

for whatever I may be doing.

I’m not ruining anyone’s life

but my own.

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

for living my life

the way I want it to be lived.