holes
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I am convinced that part of me has always belonged to you. Before we met I walked around with an empty hole somewhere between my lungs and my brain.
I glare at the full-length mirror trying
to comprehend this mess
you see in me.
You stare at my flaws, these holes in my life,
blaming them for the problem
burning at your core.
I never would have noticed the
Abscess on my elbow
If they had not pointed it out
I strained to see it
Red flushing my skin
Darker than leather
O, you’re right
I will fall in lovestumble through the motionsin short days of summerand long nights on the telephonein harmonious, vacant breathes which will fill the air, with a suffocating elapse-more like a dream
Maybe
One day
I hope
I will make enough new memories
To fill up all the gaps and holes you poked into my mind
One day nothing
Will make me think of you again
I believed in once upon a timeuntil I put down the bookI believed in a happy familyuntil my family broke apartI believed in myselfuntil I was torn downPeople told me
You had me beside you
We laughed
We talked
We were perfection…
Up until the point where I was charmed into your words
You came up with the idea
And I had found a spot
And together we dug
