I am not so sure quite What frightens me most; The knowledge that my Hands could break You in half, metaphorically, Or the inability To judge the way You could break me, literally.
I find myself lying next to bodies To feel their heart, As if their breathing Could somehow remind me That I am still here, that I still breathe among them.
We can destroy the Homes we made in people, With the same shaky hands We used to build them. We can rip apart the same flesh We tenderly kissed just hours before. We are monsters; I cannot breathe among them.
I've been finding myself Alone in dark rooms, Often with the ghost of Your past and God, Do we miss you.
I can no longer trust My judgement on others; I will lower them to my standard, I will rip them apart In my mind until they Are no longer human, But rather pawns. I cannot love you like pawns.