We love each other broken,
and maybe that’s our curse.
I catch my reflection in glassy shards of you,
scattered across countless hotel room floors.
Mirrors,
relentless reminders
of the things we love
and can’t stand.
Everything and nothing.
Together and alone.
Here and there.
I can’t be in this body;
Exit stage left when bloodied soles
remind me of my inability to make you whole.
Imminent failure lingers over me;
a wet blanket putting out a fire
that was never meant for fighting.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 6:49 AM UTC
We love each other broken,
and maybe that’s our curse.
I catch my reflection in glassy shards of you,
scattered across countless hotel room floors.
Mirrors,
relentless reminders
of the things we love
and can’t stand.
Everything and nothing.
Together and alone.
Here and there.
I can’t be in this body;
Exit stage left when bloodied soles
remind me of my inability to make you whole.
Imminent failure lingers over me;
a wet blanket putting out a fire
that was never meant for fighting.
