i am the right knee
that steps first
and hits gravel
embracing the brute pain
our world has acclimated us to
because they said injury is

inevitable

while you are the left
that although remains flawless
from lack of exposure
heals
slower
and is categorized with

the weak

                                             we belong to the same body

Hell holds a place
Where I pace in a space
And through glass, I look at you

Not out of vengeful fury
But for sorrow and worry
As I remain in a dismal blue

You are not alone
And prone to the light he has shone
With your mate, both head and soul

I tear at my skull
Hysterically mull, presence null
Misery flushed by eternity’s toll

Obligatory affection
For the reflection of woman perfection
He has, but I too want you excessively  

The glass will not break
He kisses you for my sake
I famine helplessly to get more than your stare

You look back throughout his touch  
Every time it’s exceedingly much
I die watching you go