I thought this was supposed to be all about love. I remember you said I'd be happy. I'd fall asleep in your arms every night and never worry about a thing. You said you would protect me.
You forgot to mention the insomnia and the scabs beneath my sleeves.
Or how alone I would feel even as you fall asleep on my lap.
The demons in my head still paralyze my heart and I'm starting to think I'll never remember what it's like to truly smile.
I miss the way we used to be.
When you wrapped the cast around my broken bones and signed them, "get well soon." Because you swore I would get well soon.
But lately, I don't even believe in me.
The flicker in your eyes has turned into hell's flame, burning brightly as anger tightly suffocates me.
I laughed when you said I break everything I touch but as I brush my fingers across your cheek, I realize you were right.

-k.d.