I am you.

You are me.

But I don’t want to be.



Your weakness

— my weakness.

I want to be new,

but I’m not.



Because you are me.

And I am yours.



Tied by blood,

You have shaped me



Only God can help me

— break the chain



And make me

Someone free.

just because I know
not to repeat the same silly decisions,
doesn’t mean I wish they weren’t made
You see
I do not regret
The love I gave
The love I found
The love I lost
It all returns

I want to believe in steady things,
but even my own reflection changes
when I look too long.
Are you here?
Do you love me?
Will you stay?
I ask without asking,
watching for the answer
in the way your hands move,
the way your breath hesitates before a word.

I know I feel too much,
ask too much,
but the silence between us is louder
than anything I could say.
So I fill it.
With words, with fear, with love—
all spilling over,
all too much,
all at once.

And still, I wonder, if it’s enough.

these words bubble up in my throat
but i push them all down
if i don't
then i'll lose control
screams rattle inside my skull
but i never voice them
for fear of not stopping
i have so much to say
so much anger to express
but it isn't a good idea
i don't want to be like them
they were volatile
and as unstable as dynamite
i don't want to become violent
and see their faces in my reflection

tenderness and fire
the burning of dross
a sweet love balm.