tiny shards of glass infiltrate my chest
can’t stop looking down.
The blood pours poorly
It is slow and it is painful and I
don’t want to hear your voice again
because it reminds me that
I can never be right in your eyes.
What does it mean to you?
You chose to block my words because
you can’t handle the truth and so
blame you for your purposeful silence.
I do blame you because you know how he hurts me and
you choose to pretend that
I am crazy.
I am raw and real and a little bit broken but
I am also a human being and
I won’t let you control the way I
Broken is better than blind.
I can see through the tears and they stream down my face and the blood pours poorly slowly to the ground from my chest cavity.
I don’t want you to notice except that
want you to notice and hold me
tightly in your arms like you used to.
Will you do that?
Will you be there like
a warm blanket?
I need you.
I want to be enveloped in your embrace.
I can and will feel whole again.