I tend to spill my thoughts when I feel safe.
Something about the way
I am to lean on you.
My love bleeds into the smallest details
And controversies
And the things I’ve laid my heart in,
Even if, to the rest of the world, they are mundane.

But I forget that you are broken too,
And in attempt to protect me, you neglected to heal.
I don’t have the inhumanity to tell you that even with your sacrifices
I still ended up crumpled
Like the bits of paper I poured my heart into.

When your response is to slash at me blindly,
And ignore your coughs as you’re buried
In the hope that seeped from the slits I’ve made,
I now have long learnt to hold my tongue.

Even as the taste of blood floods my mouth
I will acknowledge your jagged pieces
As I wish you had acknowledged them yourself;
As I wish you could acknowledge mine.