It all wripples out from the first heartbreak
The one where I thought it wasn’t impossible
So I foolishly carried on like that in a never ending tumble of follies
Just trying to make an improvement
What?
And
Why?
Why it got all tangled in it or whatever it was I stopped when I got too tired I just tried really hard not to say I was
Worn out.
Keeping the face on, hoping it would be enough
Did it ever slip beneath the cracks and think
This makes sense, I can see where this pain comes from
I try
To do this but I can’t expect the same from others it’s a different level I precariously perch upon because
I need someone who sees me like that
I can see you’re broken and trying hard not to be
Maybe someone who could accept the broken for even a second or see when it grows in my spine
Or weighs over me
Like the playground noose.
A crackled sputter of excuses for Saturn
I wanted it so bad
So bad
It still hurts.
I feel like I can’t even stop it from where it is it comes suddenly and loud and I can’t forget you exist for even a second because you come marching back in
As a figment or fragment or whatever without even a name or a trigger or a mention suddenly
It’s you
Every day.
If I could just find a companion,
Or someone who can really see how much of me is missing in every day
I keep telling myself that before I start drowning again.
The year is almost over,
And me in the past is convinced it won’t last like it has because it’s been so hard and we’re trying so hard.
The jokes on them.
Well,
And me.
It isn’t over even now.
And part of me thinks it’s laughable.
I must be pathetic.
If there were two of you there’d be four wonderful men.
You, already twice what you say you are.
I’m drinking again,
But I can’t say this directly to you anymore.
Slowly stepping out
Because I can’t stand to hurt you anymore.
I’m falling in this crack,
But every piece loves you.
With every part of me.
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